i worked until midnight last night.
i'm worn out.
it sucks that since i dont have a husband or children, that means i can afford to do things like work on a proposal until the wee hours.
i just remembered that we have a typewriter laying around somewhere in the office. i hope we didn't throw it away because i want to take it home.
i think i'll take presley to the mall today.
bye.
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come on and let it out.
4 comments:
wanna take me to the mall?
how did you change the comment name to valentines?
i think you should tell me of this superb secret.
dear casper,
staying late at the office gives me the creeps.
the thought of a typewriter makes me squeel. get your little mitts on that one. i would love to write a complete journal all on a typewriter. i imagine pluck-plucking away at the keys would make me a much better writer. just like having a kitchen aid would make me a better cook.
i wish i could take pretz to the mall. you are a good auntie.
love, lin
p.s. the horse joke made me laugh outloud. it's much better in person.
thanks my little steen friend.
there is a porch waiting somewhere in montana with our names on it....but only for a visit.
do something fabulous with your
no-husband-no-child self.
all in due time, all in due time the husband and child want to be worth the wait right?
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