It has been forever and awhile since our last post. We both got caught up in the aspects of life, therefore forgetting the important things in life, this blog. Well back to it and full steam ahead.
Lets get caught up very quickly. I have been working like a child in a sweat shop, plus going to night school. JessJab has been trying to knock down a teaching job. She has been keeping herself rather busy with the never ending thesis, babysitting, and administrative stuff. So she is a Jill of all trades.
We have recently moved. At first the place needed a little bit of love, so we all embraced and had a heart to heart. Still getting a few things laid out and organized. TrixJab has been insane. We have come to believe she is a person reincarnated as a dog.
Last Night: We headed to a friends fashion/modeling (minus runway) show/gathering at a spiffy downtown hotel/nightclub. The one that has drinks that cost $13 a pop. Thankfully we didn't have to buy to many, because; A) we are both cheap dates B) there was bottle service. The party was a collaboration of this girl and this guy. It was cool because "this guy" is our friend, we play soccer with him. So we got to hang with the hip crowd.
This morning: Let me start off by quoting Charlie Brown, "I feel like going home to bed, but its only noon." Not only am I tired from last night, but I have reverted to my accident prone ways.
Today we are not allowed to use our kitchen area at work or go around to the front of our building, due to a live meeting. So we have to use our sister companies kitchen area. Its all fine and dandy by me, no worries here. So I head on over to the other building and come to find I have locked myself out of the office. After about 10 minutes of knocking on all the glass windows someone opens the door. I hop into the kitchen and start filling up my "Mac" cup. Just as I finish filling up the cup, I fumble it. It hits the lip of the water filter and tumbles to the ground. It splashes all over me and all over the floor. Just then I hear the owner of the company. I scrambled to find all the paper towels I could and began soaking up what looks like the aftermath of a typhoon. Thankfully my boss is a down to earth guy. He just said, "Good Morning. Whats up?" and chuckled has he walked away. After I have used precisely 263 sheets of paper towels, the mess is cleaned up. So I began again with my "Mac" cup. Only this time it looks like I am missing the cup entirely. Water flows straight from the nozzle to the floor. So I held the cup closer thinking that I am not lining it up properly. Still water flowed onto the floor. I pulled the cup back to my body to reevaluate the situation. As I do that, the cup urinated all over my shirt and my pants. I have found the culprit. Sadly the cup that has been with me for over two years has bit the dust. That last and most recent fall was its most glorious moment.
With a tear in my eye, I tossed the cup. It was time. I then looked at the new mess I acquired. More bloody water on the floor, in addition to water on myself. So I began again with the paper towels. The only thing positive gained from this mornings events was the humility of it all and a clean floor.
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