January 2012
You’d think an accomplished fine artist could leave for work one morning with her eyebrows penciled in even.
You’d think.
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Today was brutal. Stuck at my desk for 10 hours and a Monday mourning meeting (intentional spelling) with a boss who has an attention span of a fly. I’m ready to unwind and sell my soul to Ben & Jerry. What wine goes best with that?
…And we’ll be drinking dinner tonight.
Music is so comforting. Especially when the lyrics describe a life worse than your own.
Can anyone tell me the going rate for personal breakfast chefs?