Things in my life were a mess since last week. I lost the will to tell stories. I sought refuge from Clementine, my trusty huuuuge chica notebook. It was good.
Plus it sucks that we are in the office today even if it’s election day.
And we are busy thinking of what to wear in the costume contest on Wednesday. I know we were poised to come as corpse brides but something happened (actually, many things happened) that we were stuck with nothing until now.
Personally, I could come as a Stepford wife, a hippie, Velma Dinkley, Wilma Flintstone, or a human Rubik’s cube. Though I think my teammates want us to be elves. Whatev.
Categories: Random Judie