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Chuckle to Yourself

headaches in the late afternoon
natural deodorant: smelly

remain professional
remain seated
remain calm

offices are like fire extinguishers in the soul

(i'm so over dramatic its kind of hilarious)
(at least i get it out of me somehow)
(these thoughts have to go somewhere)

In Conclusion...

"Currently 9 degrees. Feels like -13."
Thank you Mr. Weather man for your enlightening report on how The Long Winter continues to rage. Thank you Ms. Laura Ingalls Wilder for preparing me so well in the 4th grade for the winter from hell.
My sincerest gratitude :)

squirmy

money makes me squirm
why is there never enough of it?
yikes is all i can say

i've got knots in my sockets
bigger than the change in my pockets
go away, go away, go away

someone needs to buy the food 'round here.

Winter Song

This winter is unforgettable. The winter we built things. The winter we grew and cried and teared. The winter we ripped ourselves apart so we could learn to patch and sew. The winter we survived and huddled and felt our hearts beat faster and faster. the winter our bones felt pain from the cold and chill. The winter we thought we'd die, but instead we thrived. In our way. The winter where we ate apples and lentils-fod of the ancient gods. The winter where we dreamed while working and slept while sleeping. The winter where we knew nothing, yet learned everything.