First of all, glad to have SC back and I was just out of the loop for a few hours.
But it sure gave me an idea for a post!
Where I stupidly work, we can go home on Friday's only when the work orders are all done.
You should see (and hear) it!
There are about 30 people yelling, radio blasting, trash to clean up, bosses coming through....my ear plugs don't help at this point. (even though they help when they are playing filthy rap songs on high volume)
But then I get to come home.
And what do I get there?
Chaos.
Just enough time to talk back and forth with hubby on fast speed about my day and his, and about what I just had to deal with. Which is 3 hours on the computer and phone calls, and still I find out some bad news that made me cry.
Then I try to get on SC to feel better, and it's gone.
Then I get on FB and have an interesting night, but not where I can rant about this pain.
I am so glad that I can come back home and rant, even if I end up ranting on the other later.
Still.....It's nice to come home.
You all may move there, and I will sit on your steps and weep.
Just don't forget about the curled up wombie with the sad eyes.
I need you all----here and there.
