5.20.2010

I now interrupt my nail biting to confess:

Five minutes after I walked into work I noticed a blue pen stain.

On my pants.

ON MY REAR.

On a day of an impromptu VERY, URGENTLY, DIRELY IMPORTANT TO ATTEND all-staff meeting.

During which, I will most likely have to present (hence the nail biting*).

(sigh)

This could also be called: Exhibit A of Sara Forgetting She is a Grown Up Now.**

p.s. I know I totally and completely broke all acceptable uses of the **s. But I just feel the need to say that despite this rambling rant, I have only broken down and had pop ONCE in the last ten days. Sooo...that's something.

*note: I promise I hardly ever bite my nails. Just when I'm really REALLY nervous.

**but secretly, isn't it kind of awesome when certain people who seem to have it all together have moments like this?! ...just not when it's you. OBVIOUSLY.***

***I am not one of those "have it all together people." I use Tide to Go. Daily. And hardly ever get my hair cut. And eat a lot of ice cream. And somehow have three bank accounts! I'll stop there.

(And NO, Brian, I am NOT A DRAMA QUEEN! EVEN IF I DID STEAL YOUR THUNDER AT YOUR 2nd BIRTHDAY PARTY. GET.OVER.IT!!!!!!!!!!)

3 comments:

Brian S said...

(cough cough)right..ha

kimberly said...

Sara. you are one of my favorite people. let's hang out soon.

Sara said...

Brian-That's it. Sleepin on the floor...

Kim--LET'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!