Work is terrible. There is just so little to do. No one is ordering baskets now. They already bought them, filled them, and sold them to someone else. There is a warehouse person who spent all day standing by the office door smoking and trying to hear what we were talking about. We were not talking about him, who would? I am sure his smoking there will do wonders for my cough. The day just dragged by. A customer sent cookies and our insurance agent brought candy and our printer brought gingerbread, so it was not a total loss. Then the monitor on my computer went out. Our computer person is bringing me a new one tomorrow. That should do a little to pass the time.
Carolynn is working on her volcano. We had chicken fried steak for dinner. Catherine is Catherine.
Tomorrow The Simpson’s Movie comes to DVD. I will not be running out to purchase it because this close to Christmas you should never shop for yourself. However, I am absolutely positive that there will very soon be a present under the tree for me and that will be in it.
The 12 Days Of Christmas
On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Four Calling Birds, Three French Hens, Two Turtle Doves, and a Partridge in a Pear Tree.