I hear ya. Not in the same way, I'm sure, I'm just dealing with a newly finicky boss and am generally burnt out. I can't tell you how much I wanted to come home to a dirty martini yesterday....but I had to settle on a beer, I have no vodka at home. :)
Hehehe...I had to laugh at the thought of you drinking the bubbles. What you COULD do, though, is sniff some White-Out. But it has to be the Bic stuff. Not that Liquid Paper kind. Doesn't smell the same.
Sharpie and Marks-a-lot markers are good for that, too. And so is rubber cement. Hahaha
(Just for the record - I am NOT in any way advocating that ANYONE should EVER start huffing. This was totally tounge-in-cheek. Just had to put that in there in case there are any teens reading).
We used to have happy hour every Friday at the bar down the street from the elementary school... and every other Friday in middle school - called it "book club meeting". The teachers would talk about all the students they didn't like...
I stopped going for that reason. I kept picturing a relative of one of the said students in the restaurant hearing it and starting a fight.
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I usually need a drink at lunchtime on the first day.
I would say that's an accurate assessment of how I felt Monday.
AJ, enjoying life with C.
Man, would I get into trouble for that!
Hehehe...I had to laugh at the thought of you drinking the bubbles. What you COULD do, though, is sniff some White-Out. But it has to be the Bic stuff. Not that Liquid Paper kind. Doesn't smell the same.
Sharpie and Marks-a-lot markers are good for that, too. And so is rubber cement. Hahaha
(Just for the record - I am NOT in any way advocating that ANYONE should EVER start huffing. This was totally tounge-in-cheek. Just had to put that in there in case there are any teens reading).
LOL! I love a good Sharpie. And now they have all those different colors.
Does anyone remember those Mr. Sketch markers that smelled like stuff?
The mere thought of being a teacher makes me want to drink...
~Heather~
I hope you know I was kidding. ;)
I can only imagine how it must feel to be bombarded by 30 little kids all day, every day, though. Happy hours would be a must.
AJ, enjoying life with C.
We used to have happy hour every Friday at the bar down the street from the elementary school... and every other Friday in middle school - called it "book club meeting". The teachers would talk about all the students they didn't like...
I stopped going for that reason. I kept picturing a relative of one of the said students in the restaurant hearing it and starting a fight.
I had my drink...errr...three...tonight.
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