I left the house at about 7:15.
I returned home almost 14 hours later.
I haven't eaten since lunch at 1 (I'm toasting bread - or rather, bread is in the toaster - as I write this).
I get hit with insurance stuff I have to deal with as soon as I walk in the door (nothing major, just setting up benefits stuff, but *still*).
On the way home I hear a song on the oldies station that was released when I was 2. Okay, only two, but still. I was alive when it was released and now it's considered an oldie?!
That's depressing.
2 comments:
OH I totally feel your pain. So many of my days are like this except my long hours are added onto by driving my daughter to and from babysitters. And you are not old. Seriously. What makes the 80's old. I think that 50's and 60's are oldies.
Yikes! Sorry about your day, Eden!
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