Ninty percent of true love is acute, earburning embarrassment. - Terry Pratchett, "Wyrd Sisters"

You know, I just thought of it - Wyrd sisters would describe me and my sisters to a tee.

So, the reason why I haven't posted anything in twelve years, is because, as you know, I'm sure, I've been working. A lot. So now, I'm burnt out, tired, head-ache-y, and barely able to hold my head up straight. (By the way, Radish and Cherd, thanks for being concerned, but I've done more hours in the same amount of time, just later in the summer.) (And thank goodness for spellcheck!)

Today, I would have been out almost two hundred dollars if I'd been alone when I was counting my cash - two hundred dollars short, which is a fire-able offense, obviously. So I was freaking out. Good thing Patrick (whose real name is Tammy, but Tami is my boss, so you can't have two Tammys/Tamis around) was there to look over my shoulder and figure out what my issue was. That's the second time I almost cried today. It turns out that I just can't add, that's all. Two fifty dollar bills are one hundred dollars, not fifty. And my voids weren't adding up right. And I forgot about my coupons.

And then Mister Mark drove me home. We had to stop at Mister Paul and Missus Tami's house to drop off the cash, and then we drove home. It was nice. I really like Mister Mark. He's possibly the best man I've ever met outside of my family and my church. And even in competition with my church, he's pretty high up there. And his wife, Debbie, is a sweetheart, too. They came out to the market one day, after Mark had been working all day, just to bring me a fahita, because I told Mark he could bring me one, when he said Debbie was making them for dinner. It was the best fahita I'd ever eaten.

I got another ten dollars from Patrick today to shave my head, and the sist's friend promised me another twenty-five, so I'm up to one hundred and thirty five, I think. Yay! I wonder how Allison's doing. Maybe I should call her tomorrow, since I think she's home, now. Yay, again!

Anyway, now I'm just blabbering on for something to do while I finish my hot chocolate, so I'm going to stop what I'm sure is torture for you, my dear reader (well, that wasn't cheesy at all!). I'm skipping the shower tonight. I'll go write a little more of a story, and go to bed.

DFTBA,

Jennie.Rae