End of the Day Dismay

Holy 4:27 pm batman.


This might be the absolute worst half an hour of any given weekday.
Especially a Friday.

But really, 4:28 on a Wednesday will do the trick...because there are definitely things a lady should be doing...or could be doing...but all she wants is some comfs.

To take off the pumps.

A nice cold Diet DP and a little trashy tv...

For 20 minutes.

Then she can tackle the refrigerator cleaning and bleaching of the t-shirts and fiddling with the furniture.

And don't forget....ther are new golf pants to be found....PREGGO STYLE.

Awesome-o. Gruesome-O.

Enough room for two-some .....oh.

She really can't wait to spend money on something that hopefully won't be used after August. And if they are, it will be no fault of her own...some people just don't bounce right back! ESP if they are a decade over 20!

Plus 4.


So she writes.
Not very well.
But passes the time until

It's already 4:32!
Whew.

She can't decide if this little ditty should rhyme or not....sometimes it does ...rhyme...

and then sometimes that just seems

lame
What a shame

See what I mean?

Jellybean?

OOOhhhh 4:46

Fiddlesticks.
Are you into Chicks?

I am.

ESP the veggie patties....and the fry...but that's more thought of as a singular "CHICK"...not so much the plural...chicks....

I have never, ever heard of Fry Chicks. Only Fry Chick.
Have you?

No you haven't .... big fat fibber.

What a dither.

4:39.

Just give me a sign..

Some lightening.
A flash of the lights.
I'll be right out of here...Dyn-O-Mite(s).

For some reason I feel that parts of this take on the cadence of a children's book?!

What in the world!? I've still got 3 months all to myself without any of that baby goo....
And now even my writing has somehow been provoked by you know who.

That's it.

No Oreos for you tonight.

4:42.

What a plight.

Thank you.

Seriously.

Thank you.

And Goodnight.