must've not scared him that much Got my "good morning" call this morning.
useless, i am Can't get a blasted thing done today. Even so, I feel like I'm in the commercial where the gal walks past and all the flowers bloom, leaving a swath of daisies, butterflies, and bluebirds behind me. Every project for which I thought I'd have to haul ass today, someone else has done it for me.
Wow. Perhaps T.'s my lucky, er, well, talisman.
Or more likely, I'm not sweating a thing; what'd I say a few lines ago? Oxytocin, man; it's a mf!