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The Journal of A. Paige White I love Holler Days
11/17/2006 03:27 a.m.
Da boss brought gumbo! Missus boss brought Poppy, the company mascot and reigning stealer of attention and time from company pursuits. When you consider it fully, it should be understood that you can't bring a puppy, a yorkie puppy to work and expect women to ignore it. It's not humanly possible. Especially when you dress him in the cutest little full body parka. I think I might have verged on offending missus boss with my extended laughter. Couldn't help it. When I heard the peals of laughter ringing loudly down the hall from Glenda's office, I knew I was vindicated. No sooner than Missus boss left her office than she was on the I/C whispering her aghast apologies giving me an opportunity to relay mine. If a ninja had stood with sword at my throat threatening my next breath, I'd have finished my last gust through an opened bubbling esophagus. Glenda too. It was such a kodak moment and no kodak in sight. I've got to start being better prepared for these little pearls. Key lime cake for dessert came walking in the door from Mrs. Bernice and to my groan of surrender was informed "It's the holler days!" Yeah, right, Glenda. Today I holler thank you, next week I holler, "I can't fit my clothes, ya huzzy! It's all y'all's fault! You made me eat all this holler day food."
I do hope Ken cooks deer sausage tomorrow though. Oh my. I'm going to eat my way through the holler days it would appear.
I am currently Lazy
I am listening to The Notebook
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