Batman couldn't make it. Sunshine depresses him.

With my end date looming near (7/31), I have to admit that I have no real motivation to be mentally (or even physically) at work.  Senioritis, I suppose.  It doesn’t help that my boss is a total enabler and could absolutely not give two shits where I am or what I am doing.  Which explains why I just decided I might as well give myself a four day weekend.  I rolled out of bed this magnificent, sunny Friday and immediately began preparing homemade Oreo cookies.  You heard me.  Homemade.  Oreo.  Cookies.  (Evidence below.)  Oh, and then, I chilled in a deck chair on the roof and caught up on the maritime adventures of Captain Richard Bolitho, sipped some Stella Artois and ate some watermelon.  So, what I’m saying is, my day was probably way awesomer than yours. Just a guess.

Comments

[Jadenator]

I hate you. I spent all day tracking swine flu for the gubmint, and working up a hefty migraine. I think I've earned some homemade oreos. You have my address?

[rira]

just rub it in, why don't you! your day was so much more awesome than mine.

[ahe]

Jade, if I don't die from Swine Flu, I'll bake you some, for sure. Do I have your new address? I'm sure I do, but email it to me, just in case.

[Primus]

Oh, I see. You can take a four-day weekend, but can't come down for my birthday. I understand.

[ahe]

Sure, I can take a four day weekend, but I have to be in email contact and available to return to the office at any given moment, which is not super possible from Maui.

[ahe]

P.S. I didn't see you flying to Seattle for my birthday either, douche.

[Primus]

I believe I'm cooler, ergo I'm right.

No one's contracted the swine flu here yet. I am making sure to eat pork and pork products on a regular basis to keep the bastards in their place.