Nothing screams mid life crisis like worrying about getting Estrogen on my new tattoo.
Nothing screams mid life crisis like worrying about getting Estrogen on my new tattoo.
If you send me a screenshot of a spreadsheet full of numbers and expect me to do something with those numbers you are dead to me.
Yes, it is almost 10:00 a.m. and I'm still in bed but I have been working very hard lately, it's raining outside, I don't have any meetings, and there's a cat on my lap. So really nothing I could do about it.
Maybe this next, upcoming minute divisible by 5 will be the one where I want to start working. I'll just goof off until then.
So busy with work today that I'm only now getting around to freaking out about hanta virus!