Knights of Columbus! I worked hard this morning. I mean, really hard. Hard like I looked up at the clock and 3 hours had whizzed right by. I got so much done. I've had the same 3 piles of work on my desk for weeks now and I managed to get one of them entirely down. Hooray for me! I was feeling really impressed with myself. Like, let's pat Rachel on the back and bake her a cake and give her a raise because clearly she's the World's Best Worker. And then my boss came in and said, "Where are my folders?" Oh poo. The one and only thing I absolutely had to get done this morning I completely forgot about.
Sigh.
On the very bright side: my lunch is still here (this time in the spec. ed. dept. mini fridge disguised as a container of ricotta cheese) and bonus - someone brought in gingerbread cookies. It is almost impossible to feel defeated when there are gingerbread men heads to bite off.
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Does it make us future serial killers if we find satisfaction in decapitating gingerbread men, animal crackers, etc.?
I once got a set of gingerbread ABC cookie cutters: Already Been Chewed. One with a head missing, one with a leg missing, and one with an arm missing. I ended up giving them to my aunt becuase she fell completely in love with them. But I always thought they'd be fun to make.
Katie, based on the number of times you posted, I can see you're not over giving those cookie cutters away. ;-)
Sorry, (weep) computer difficulties (weep, weep).
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