...I must have a custom fit one somewhere...How else does that explain why I don't make a bigger stink about not being given the curse of the yearbook year after year. So here I am, after 9 pm on a Thursday, when I should be on the sofa with Millie on my lap and reading material in my hands...and I am refreshing my yahoo page to check the Yearbook submissions every couple of minutes...so that all the procrastinators can relax in the knowledge that I received their e-mails before going to bed...
As if to rub it in, husband comes up to the computer room, sits down, Millie enters room and sits on whose lap? HIS! Oh, the inhumanity of it all... And she's purring away over there...just rubbing...it...in...
Just glad there is a 3-day weekend coming up. Have a new photo project burning into my brain and I just have to shoot it before I lose the excitement for it.
Now to check the yearbook e-mail and burn some cd's for juried show submissions. Nighty night...
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