so, with no work Monday, and Thursday (for sure) and Friday (probably) being holidays, how does your 2-day work week feel, Mr. "i don't have to work at all anyways when i do go in to work"?
i dig the picture you have there. i can relate to the felling.
I'm a bald man with bad eyesight. I'm 5'11" and I eat chili with reckless abandon. I'm a Cincinnati Reds fan and lover of literature. I once tackled a midget. I work with computers but my computer rarely works. My ears ring, my feet hurt, and most popular music will make my toenails curl if the weather is right. I am hopeless when it comes to understanding women or economics or why the sky is blue instead of some other color. I enjoy the smell of freshly cut grass and the sound of rain in the forest. I believe in God, but I sometimes wonder whether He believes in me. I watch television on Wednesdays and I listen to the radio when I'm in my car. My baseball coach used to tell me that I ran so slow he had to time me with a calendar and my band director once said I could be a professional cornet player if only I'd practice. I am madly in love with my wife and she is madly in love with the original CSI. I wake up each morning with a smile on my face because, even if it's cold and grey and rainy and dreary, the first thing I see in the morning is her face, and it is the most beautiful site in the world; especially after I put on my glasses.
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so, with no work Monday, and Thursday (for sure) and Friday (probably) being holidays, how does your 2-day work week feel, Mr. "i don't have to work at all anyways when i do go in to work"?
i dig the picture you have there. i can relate to the felling.
that picture is a little on the scary side there Joe!
It feels nice. Now, instead of getting paid to not work at work, I get paid to not work at home! What could be better?
Getting paid MORE to not work, of course (and I am working on that).
yeah, so I think it's about time you wrote that article about pants.
Leave it to me to try and make a joke, and then get caught in the web of my own stupidity. What the hell am I going to write about pants?
Chris,
yep. Which Chris?
pants? did i miss something.
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