I think I'm taking a mulligan on this morning. First, I wrangled with an angry phone call - getting yelled at and called incompetent is a lovely way to wake up. Top notch.
Then, I wrangled with an angry label printer for about a half hour. This printer decided today was the morning to act like a fucking jerk. Printers. What dicks.
Finally, I spilled tea all over my lap. But that's okay - it was nice and cold... because I didn't have time to drink it because I was wrangling with an angry printer for a half hour.
Not. My. Morning.
Who wants to go home and crawl back into bed with me?
Then, I wrangled with an angry label printer for about a half hour. This printer decided today was the morning to act like a fucking jerk. Printers. What dicks.
Finally, I spilled tea all over my lap. But that's okay - it was nice and cold... because I didn't have time to drink it because I was wrangling with an angry printer for a half hour.
Not. My. Morning.
Who wants to go home and crawl back into bed with me?
10 Comments:
who the hell drinks tea?
MCat, I know you're not familiar with any beverage that doesn't make you slur your words, but some of us enjoy the Barry's Irish Breakfast.
There's nothing like sitting down to a feast of soda bread, barn brack, fried eggs, tomatoes, thick bacon rashers and pork sausages in the morning. It needs only one more thing, a cup of Barry's Irish Tea to top it off.
"Who wants to go home and crawl back into bed with me?"
WHO DOESNT!
If we can go by past evidence, many MANY people.
I'll get back into bed with you but only if Keith cooks us breakfast.
Anonymous sexual encounters aren't supposed to be literally anonymous, are they?
In short, I'm in.
i'd go, but i'm too old for you, so i'll just crawl back into my own bed.
Get outta my bed Brendo!
Who said anything about sex? I just wanted breakfast.
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