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August 20, 2002-8:55 p.m. Counting lady was at my desk today. She timed me doing my work and when I told her after lunch that I would probably be working on one project for the remainder of the afternoon, she ran away. Hopefully, tomorrow my assistant will be there and she can scrutinize her for a while. She�s supposed to be spending a week watching us work. It�s really exhausting being watched all of the time. My parents have gone on a sales trip for their business to Missouri. They are taking it slow and Daddy reported that Mom is doing well with the traveling. Their little tiny dog, Taco (a 6 month old Chihuahua), is not traveling very well at all. He didn�t want to get into his kennel for the ride, he whined between naps while they were on the road and now that they�ve parked, he�s standing on the dash of the motorhome whining. I, however, am fairing much better. I fixed my own dinner. *drum roll, please* Roasted Garlic Angel Hair pasta with Sun-dried Tomato Alfredo Sauce. *bows* What a woman! That�s right! I boiled pasta and poured sauce from a jar to a saucepan! It is SO cooking! Is it any wonder men aren�t lining up at my door? Well, besides the fact that I�m difficult, sarcastic and opinionated? **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
