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The nephew called me last night to give me his flight information so that hubby and I knew what time to pick him up at the airport. We had a nice little chat, and I asked him if he was all packed up.
“Aunt RV, I shoulda hired some cross country movers to bring my duffel bag back home! It’s about four feet long and weighs like a hundred pounds!”
“Thankfully,” I said to him, “The trunk of your uncle’s car is big enough to comfortably fit two bodies.”
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I have a to do list about a city block long. Luckily…or not so luckily, because it means NO MONEY FOR ME!…I’m getting out of work around 3 PM. I asked the boss if he were sure, as I’m taking tomorrow off, and he said no problem.
He just doesn’t wanna pay me, is all. Good thing hubby’s working all sorts of overtime.
Heh.
Anyway, at least I’ll get home a few hours earlier, so I can finish up cleaning our home office. I had planned on doing that last night, but, well….you know how it is.
Yes, I’m a procrastinator. I work best under pressure. Deadlines are my friends!







Procrastinator or some silly friend, who by the way still can’t get the router working, calling crying for help?