Counting our intern, we had four people working today. The only one who made it into the office, as opposed to working remotely, was me, the one person who an;t walk.
Of course, none of their moms made them lunch. None of their dads woke them up. And none of their brothers-in-law lifted them into big SUVs and drove them to and from work.
Friday, February 12, 2010
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4 comments:
They are big sissys. You rock. You could take the easy way out so often and you don't choose to. I love you.
xo
ejd
It's Shout-Out Week! I almost popped in to say hello tongiht, but was afraid you wouldn't care for teh surprise. -- Ellen
They are not sissys; they just don't have all the help I do.
The more you see Mom or I, the more likely you might realize we aren't all that. So I figured you were just trying to maintain the illusion of us as heroes, and you totally would have interrupted Smallville with Zatanna.
It takes a village.
sdt
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