Woo! I think I pulled every single muscle in my entire body!
So, working for Mom is interesting. I used to work for her before she got... uh... better used to working with people. Which is why I haven't worked for her in a long, long time. But... working with her now is fun. We laugh. We joke. No blood is spilled, no heads spin counter-clockwise, no one is knifed. Heh. Mom, if you happen to read this, I'm just joking. Ha ha. Please don't rip up my check.
Ow, ow, owie ow ow. It's kind of funny, actually. I sit down and get all locked up. I stand up and can't move and make noises of agony. Earlier I was so tired out that I just lay down on the floor. My brother's chocolate lab saw her oppurtunity. She attacked. Ah, dog slobber in my ear. Gotta... love it. Or something.
Well, on the bright side, I'll sleep well!
GAH! So we went to Steak and Shake. We played fun music ["Piano Man," "All You Need Is Love," "Stand By Me," "Rockin' Robin," and... "Some Other Song"] and some kid came in and put on all the Brittany Spears songs she could find. And now... it's stuck. Oh, God, someone put me out of my misery before I stab myself in the eye. Gahhhhh.
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