jose cuervo, take me away
Today is not going as planned.
Instead of relaxing calmly at my desk, working at a slow pace and sending nonsensical emails to Bonnie, I am home with two very sick kids, trying to force WordPerfect documents to open in Word and cursing myself that I got so used to my QuickWords at work that I keep trying to type "lnt" and expecting it to come out Landlord/Tenant.
Let's just say that I am thankful for NyQuil, that chalky pink medicine, plastic buckets and headphones.
Is it wrong to be craving tequila at 1 in the afternoon?