It's finally Friday, and I've got noting. Today was long, boring, and filled with mini-drama that doesn't bear repeating. Maybe I'm getting older, but it is becoming increasingly difficult to deal wit people who don't have a clue, and expect their problem to be solved RIGHT NOW.
But, I'm home, in jeans and my slippers and in a few short minutes, Belle and I are going to declare Happy Hour.
Tomorrow, we have a club meeting in the shop. It's going to be a lot of fun.
2 comments:
Yep, there ARE days like that... Especially as we get older and grumpier...
I am older than you and a lessening of tolerance for the moronic is definitely a product of aging. A friend of mine connects it to having less f*cks as you age as in when dealing with such people's problems you don't have an extra f*ck to give.
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