Robbed of my sanity, mostly. But also the cute little thing that sat on my desk and held all my pennies and nickels for the vending machine.
It's been stolen.
Now I don't mean to accuse anyone, but I know for a fact the latinas empty my trash on Tuesdays and Fridays. And as of Tuesday at 4:30, the said container was in place. Here I am Wednesday and I am a pennyless, containerless poor soul.
In other news, the Timberwolves are finally doing something good. Something I'm excited about. Although if they don't bundle the 6 and 18 picks to trade up for Rubio, you might see the excitement fade fairly fast. Do that, and I will be Kahn-vinced that our little gm made the right decision cutting Mr. McHale loose. No more Will Averys. No more Paul Grants. No more trading Roys for Foyes. That's what I like to hear.
Also, I'm predicting a huge plummet in my bank account this week due to missing 2 days of work with no PTO, giving in to buying new running shoes and getting a haircut, and paying good ol' dad back for my ____ belt or something. That's car talk for something that cost $800. Who even knows. The Cam is pushing 10 years old so I thought it was time to treat her to something nice. Now that I'm broke to quite broke, I hope she treats me well for awhile.
I've been fighting the urge all day to call Vandewalle's Candy Factory and pranking Sonia, her mom and aunt (pronounced AWNT). I was too embarrassed to talk Upper to them from my cube though.
TONIGHT is a night of epic match-ups. Blackburn vs. Looper. Napping vs. Running. Real World vs. Bible study. Friday Night Lights vs. Cleaning my room for the house warming party.
Who will come out on top?
My money is on me going shoe shopping and forgetting about everything else.
its dvr'd.
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