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Is it the weekend yet?
Leave home at 7:30 a.m. Get home from work 8:00 p.m.
*sniffs leftover pizza*
*considers that pizza from Saturday might not be the freshest but decides to take a chance in life and throws it in the microwave*
I've decided I need a househusband. Or some sort of servant. Either really. Just as long as whoever it is greets me at the door with a peach margarita. And does laundry.
Apparently today's St. Patrick's Day. Am I Irish? *checks* 3/4 Dutch. 1/4 English. Damn. Screw it. After the day I had (actually many days are like this) I'm gonna break my "no drinking during the workweek" rule and have a peach margarita...and then watch Luck of the Fryish. I'm pretty sure peach margaritas originated in Ireland. (Shut up.)
But first, old pizza! (Where's that househusband??)
*sniffs leftover pizza*
*considers that pizza from Saturday might not be the freshest but decides to take a chance in life and throws it in the microwave*
I've decided I need a househusband. Or some sort of servant. Either really. Just as long as whoever it is greets me at the door with a peach margarita. And does laundry.
Apparently today's St. Patrick's Day. Am I Irish? *checks* 3/4 Dutch. 1/4 English. Damn. Screw it. After the day I had (actually many days are like this) I'm gonna break my "no drinking during the workweek" rule and have a peach margarita...and then watch Luck of the Fryish. I'm pretty sure peach margaritas originated in Ireland. (Shut up.)
But first, old pizza! (Where's that househusband??)