I cannot make this stuff up. When I say my life is here to entertain others, I really mean it. Tonight I was exhausted. I have three stacks of projects on my desk that I literally broke out a ruler and measured today. Each stack measured approximately 6 inches. That is 18 inches of projects that everyone involved believes should be my first priority. EIGHTEEN INCHES. This does not even include emails, walk-in traffic/questions, etc. I shouldn't complain as I have a good job, of which I generally enjoy the associated tasks, but GOODNESS, EIGHTEEN INCHES! I finally called it quits and decided to pray that it wouldn't multiply overnight. I'm convinced there is a secret project breeding program and my office has been designated as an ideal habitat for such activity. I rushed home to meet someone who planned to try to convince me to buy Cosco knives. I ran (ok, limped hurriedly) around the house trying to "fake clean" it to the poin...
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.