I swear to God, the next pencil neck that comes into my lab to whine about some niggling detail over expenses in Development is not going to wake up. That's their job, they went and got the shiny shiny degrees in accounting and business, they handle it.
Gotta thank ya Azzy, for leaving these here though. Just can't get enough sugar right now.
There's something to be said about a glass of fine wine when one needs to wind down. I ... Feel like shopping! Mary, my dear, I hope you found that small bunch of larkspur I left for you in the den. Such a small symbol with which to declare my heart. ....... |