Talked to my sister last night – she said she nominated a co-worker for a “soar” award. I like to make up words to fill in acronyms, but since she works with a hospital, my first thought was the word spelled like the injury – sore. So, it became – “Stupid or Really Excellent” award – for being really really good or really really bad.
We got a good laugh about it.
We also figured out what to get Mom for her birthday – she’s nearly as tough to shop for as Dad.
My room-mate still hasn’t made any significant moves to leave – and he’s down to the wire. Makes no freakin sense to me, but I guess it just illustrates how different we are.
I just wish it was over – tired of the shadow over things. And I’m tired of the dogs eating my stuff.
Back to work…
