Just took me over an hour to figure out what the word I wrote on my hand last night in bed was supposed to remind me.
I know no one cares, but it makes me feel less crazy (or more justified in my craziness):
New stupid school schedule ends the day at 1pm.
Team has to be at school at 1:45 for an away game.
Kids are not allowed to stay at school, even outside.
Bus gets him home about 1:35.
School is 15 min away.
So he'll have 10 minutes to come in, get changed, eat something (he won't have eaten since 6:30am and won't have the opportunity to until he gets home after 6:30pm), and drive 15 minutes back to school.
(Also filed under Why I Still Work from Home 10 Years Later)
Groundhog Day is the dumbest of all dumb things, but maybe this year it will zap us back to normalcy and the last 365 will just be a weird blip on the radar, black hole, anomaly.
Like bibbidi, bobbidi,boo, but with a rodent.
When your whole family is out before the sunrise and your workday doesn't technically start for an hour or two, you get to go back to bed, right?
Is there some sort of promotional program where you get paid to ask "Is this available?" on every sale listing and then never respond again? There has to be. It happens all the time.
Have you ever had a great idea but didn't act on it, and someone else brought it to market?
My kids invented Ninjabread men, and we laughed. Then, the following year, someone actually created them.
Also, I invented Spanx and the Yankee candles with the lid/base, and my brother in law invented Netflix
USPS tracking is like an avocado.
Not yet; not yet; no idea when it'll be ready; not yet; not yet; too late, we missed you and will try again tomorrow; unable to track...
It's been 7 months since that Friday the 13th that marked the first day off...
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