She wore a raspberry pickle. Raspberry pickles are nice.

(I can’t believe we almost forgot that one)

Last night’s two hour evening commute was followed by this morning’s one hour and thirty five minute commute.

What the hell?  It’s infuriating.  This is the fourth week since July where I have had to drive to Westwood in the morning.  It’s less than 40 miles.  I’ve done it in a little more than an hour at worst each of the previous three weeks.  Then today?  An hour and 35?  Are you friggin’ kidding me?

I guessed that driving home from work on a National Holiday like Veterans Day (celebrated) would be easier than a normal day.  I didn’t expect it to be traffic free, the way the morning commute was, but I expected it to be a little less painful.

Nope.

Two hours.

Almost exactly two hours.

Screw you, highways.

Wow.  I tells ya.  I could really use a holiday.  Just a random Monday off where I can stay at home an extra day and not worry about anything, or do anything, or anything.  Just a quiet day off.

Hey!  Today is Veteren’s Day (celebrated)!  I have today off!

Oh wait.  I volunteered to cover the holiday at work.  I’m at work now.

Crap.

What’s the worst part of any day?

That moment when my love leaves for work and we don’t get to see each other for around 12 hours. That sucks.

Best.
Game.
EVER!

I didn’t start out thinking that this would be a waltz on crack, but that’s sort of where it’s going now.

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Coolest flash drive EVER!!!!!

Blasphemy? Perhaps.