Sunday, June 3, 2007

a little whine with that?

I don't want to go to work.
I have too much to do.

Repeat.

An hour of laundry folding barely made a dent. No one is packed and I'm not even totally sure where the suitcases are. We can't find our copy of the first Harry Potter and the library is picked clean. The dogs need flea dipping and I'm trying to use up all of our farmer's market produce before we leave and I have no idea why I put those two sentences together.

I don't want to go to work.
I have too much to do.

Repeat.

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