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.
Things like this fascinate me Frankly, I don't see the name of any pet I've ever had on either map. I'll have to lobby for "Tap," "Barrymore" and "Zen" next year. I'm disappointed in Tennessee for its lack of creativity.
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.
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I suspect you are suffering from that same bitch-slap-at-the-ready syndrome.