Back when I was working 14-16 hour days doing tax returns, one night I was leaving at 1am with several colleagues. As we walked to our cars, I told them that every night when I left work I dared any mugger to confront me. I would bitch-slap that guy three ways to Sunday. Do Not Mess With A Tax Accountant Between March 1 and April 15.
I suspect you are suffering from that same bitch-slap-at-the-ready syndrome.
Man I need this for work. There are some people that are REALLY getting on my nerves. Of course, I work for one of those companies that thinks I should respect all of them. I just want to slap them.
I made some banana bread last night. Well banana/ blueberry bread, as that's the baby food I had. Also, shout out to my fellow banana baby food lovers. (You know who you are!) I went to bed before it was finished baking, so there was a nice morning "surprise" today. Just dropping in to brag on myself.
Y'all, I have so many boxes around this house. Boxes for the Christmas things to take to Hannah's. Boxes for shipping things. Boxes to put gifts for Hannah and Briton in. Boxes containing stuff I've ordered. A box with the wrapping paper and ribbons. You'd think I was moving --- or that I'm a hoarder. It's been a brutal headache day. The first one in a day or two, actually. It hasn't been conducive to making much progress on anything, but I've moved a wee bit on my heart tree cross-stitch, and a scarf I cast on a couple of days ago. I got a few Christmas cards out before having to stop, because writing involves your eyes, which are in your head. . . Oh, and
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I suspect you are suffering from that same bitch-slap-at-the-ready syndrome.