The Big DumpTruck

One birthday party down, one to go. I have to tell you, renting a moonwalk is a cool idea. Makes me with Junior’s birthday wasn’t in January. Cause I think they work much better when it isn’t ten degrees with snow on the ground.

The party today has a moonwalk too. I went in the one yesterday, but will probably take a pass today. I don’t want to hog all the fun. Well, not right now, at least. Ask me again at about 3 o’clock.

I remembered to bring a ballpoint pen with me today. Today is timesheet day, and I have to fill out this 5-part SAT-like form. I fill in little circles to represent my social security number and the number of hours I worked. Very retro.

But with 5 copies, you can’t use just any old pen, and for the past two weeks I’ve had to borrow one. This time, I’m prepared.

Just playing again. Kind of funny, only a week or two ago (what the hell day was that?) I put up a picture of snow. I like this better, to be honest. This is one of my pansies. Or violas. Or johnny-jump-ups. I should figure out what it is. They’re small.

I got meat loaf in the cafeteria today. I know, bad Jody. But I haven’t had it in SO long, and, well, I couldn’t resist.

I should have. Blech. Blech. What the hell did they make it with? I’m so disappointed. AND hungry, cause I just can’t eat it. I guess I’ll go supplement with some pretzels or something.

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