Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
And the Band Played On...
The office Christmas party is today. I'd rather be just about anywhere else than having lunch with BL and SG, but one rolls with the flow.
The snow, of course, hasn't gone anywhere. The roads are still dicey. We're getting freezing rain on top of it Christmas Eve. If there's global warming, where, pray, is the warming part?
We need music today, don't you think?
Have a Happy Tuesday!
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6 comments:
Oh My My, Oh Hell Yes.
You better put on that Party Dress!
Well, not today, Galen. Hateful old puffed up toad didn't make it in again today and, since not everybody will be here tomorrow, we won't be doing the "thing" 'til sometime after January 4th. Ain't that a hoot?:-)
Time for those useless gift cards... ;) Oh...and I have some more wonderful gifts coming to you on Wed too...
Oooo, I love gifts, VE. Bring it on!:)
Please tell me you behaved yourself. Redheads and alcohol are a potent mix.
Unfortunately, I did behave myself, Pugsley -- mainly because the party never happened.:)
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