1 - # of times my 69 year old client showed me that he could actually kick the top of a door frame. Seriously. I am in awe and now feel very inflexible.
1 - # of stories heard that involve injecting gecko lizards with alcohol and catching them on fire.
2 - # of co-workers who called me Sweetie
4 - # of times I cursed T for not being born wealthy or having a trust fund. If I didn't have to work, I could be a LWL (Lady Who Lunches), which sounds much better than being a CPA.
30 - # of minutes above mentioned client told me about his days of playing football with Bobby Robinson. Now I have no idea who Bobby Robinson is but I am assuming he is quite the football legend at some high school in southern Mississippi from the way my client was recapping the state championship football game of 1961. If anyone could please tell me who Bobby Robinson is, I would greatly appreciate it.
52 - # of times I daydreamed about quitting my stupid job.
233 - # of Kia invoices reviewed for dealer cost for a stupid tax computation.
4,582 - # of times I have cursed defective body.
As you can tell not much going on except for working and hating my defective body. The only good thing about torturous job is that it has been a distraction from hating defective body. I didn't get to spend nearly as much time as I usually do silently cursing it and I guess I should be thankful for that. However, did notice an additional 2 lbs have come from out of nowhere, this brings the post miscarraige weight gain to 8 lbs - GRRRRRRRR. If any of my blog readers has recently lost 2 lbs, you can take them back now, I am done with them. Thanks for the offer.
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