It’s been a pretty crazy week at work for me. Or in the dining room I should say (where I work). Mad crazy. So crazy I don’t much move from my chair but to fill my glass of water or empty my glass of water (if you know what I’m saying.) Annie has suffered. My body has suffered. I think Ryan has also suffered. …There has been no gardening.
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She looks like an old wise school teacher. I want to know if I got an A on my spelling exam… or life exam… while looking in her eyes.
Your comments are classic of women who are doing their love job while feeling the tug of the “others” around them who want and need.
Don’t forget Buster. He suffered, too.
doing their love job?
Aren’t love jobs illegal in all 50 states?
Ha! I think you’re rightl, Patrick. Especially when they’re doing their love jobs while feeling the tug of others.
oh, dane. don’t make me revoke your comment privileges. ryan, don’t encourage him.
It’s a very poetic way to describe working with passion amidst other passions.
shrugging, sighing, “boys… why don’t you understand…?”
PS Since I forgot Buster (and Fraser!) he MUST have suffered the most.