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    I've morphed back into a sulky teenage girl, except without the perky boobs.

    What my boss says:
    "Keely? Did you send that email to Jim? Did you make the revisions to the drawings for the hotel? Did you remember that they said blue, not beige? Can you forward me that email that I forwarded to you yesterday? I can't find it. Did you order that tempered glass for the hospital display? Are you sure that's the right size? Really, really sure? I don't remember you telling me you were gone next week, are you sure you told me?"

    What I think:
    I wonder if I should take my DSLR to BlogHer, or just my point & shoot? I wonder if that dress is still on sale? I hope hubby remembered to take out the recycling. I wonder of the Home Depot people will know if 3/4" plywood over the windows will be good enough to hold off zombies, or if I should spring for the 1"?

    What I say:

    What my boss says, 20 minutes later:
    "Keely? Did I ask you to send that email to Jim? Did you make the revisions to the drawings for the hotel? They said blue, right, not beige? Did you forward me that email that I forwarded to you yesterday yet? I can't find it. Did you say you ordered that tempered glass for the hospital display? I'm sure that's the wrong size. When are you gone again, the 4th?"

    What I think:
    Should I go to the Mouthy Housewives Happy Hour, or will I be afraid to leave the hotel? I have to remember my damn phone charger. I wonder if FoN wants to go for sushi today? Where did I put that flask of scotch?

    What I say:

    What my boss says, another 20 minutes later:
    "Keely? Did you send that email to Jim yet? Did you see this list of revisions to the drawings for the hotel? They say blue, not beige. I still can't find that email, did you forward it to me? Do you have the work order for that tempered glass for the hospital display? Are you sure that's the right size? Really, really sure? Wait, you're gone next week?"

    What I think:
    I should probably make a list so I don't forget my passport, or anything. I wonder what my kid is doing right now? Seriously, can NOT forget my passport. Heh, that post by Mrsbear is hilarious. I wonder if anybody would notice if I stabbed this stylus into my forearm?

    What I say:
    "I said yes! God!"

    What I think, 10 minutes later:
    Wait, was I supposed to email Jim or John?

    Reader Comments (21)

    Ha! I see you as a hotter, female Napoleon Dynamite in this.

    And dude, do bring your dslr. Also, I am on the wait list for the Mouthy Housewives party, but I really want to go. Gretchen is going. Are you in? Maybe the two of you could drag me in by the elbows as though I were too drunk to walk on my own. I am sure that would work.

    July 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBecky

    See it's that alter ego, always getting in the damn way of your very important thoughts, like, "Don't forget to buy wine, chocolate, and anything carby!"

    July 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSandra

    Ha ha! That is brilliant. You should write comics.

    Your boss sounds like a, uh...

    July 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCheeseboy

    Hey wait a minute...I thought that multi-tasking was one of your super powers?

    July 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterThe Urban Cowboy

    It was Jim!!! I don't know what John wants. Ha!!
    And go get that dress while it is still on sale!

    July 29, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterslommler

    Spring for the 1"; that flask of scotch is in your bottom left drawer; someone will only notice if you hit an artery so make it worth it,and it was Jim but you should probably email John just to be on the safe side.

    Have fun next week. I want pics. high resolution is optional.

    July 29, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMichele

    Wait, did they say BLUE or BEIGE???

    Didn't know people had bosses like that. Thought they were just in the movies. Sadly, if I were a boss, this is how I would act.

    July 29, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSparkling

    My thought processes are like that every single day. I think I need Adderall.

    July 29, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJennifer

    Damn boss getting in the way of your mental checklist. Push him out in front of the zombies so you'll have more time to get away.

    July 29, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMama Badger

    Tell the boss to shove off. You've got more important things to worry about. And Go get that DRESS! lol

    July 29, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAmyLK

    you obviously have your priorities right.

    July 29, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBrandy

    I am always saying that work interferes with my laying around time. And this is proof that I am not alone. (Incidentally, I had to search around in my brain for the word interfere for this comment because I was BUSY thinking about whether or not to have my bagel toasted, how many loads of laundry I need to do tonight, if I remembered to turn on the dishwasher and the fan off, and...)

    I really like your blog...glad I found it! I also like your ability to think about things totally unrelated to what you're saying...when I try to do that (even with a simple "yes") what I end up saying becomes all garbled and instead of "yes", I would have said "Blughres...yes?"" rel="nofollow">Cheap Geeks Anonymous

    July 29, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFlufferwuffer

    I had this great comment and then I got distracted by No rude comments, or I send the velociraptors after you.

    I need to get a few raptors to keep around. Got more than a few people who they could visit.

    July 29, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJack

    I didn't even RSVP for that party :( but if you and BW are going I may go out with my college roomies that night...

    July 29, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJenni

    You should stab your boss with the stylus.

    July 29, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterCaptain Dumbass

    LMFAO This is why I don't have a job. That and cuz no one will give me one. Except McDonalds, but let us not go there, please.

    July 30, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRaven

    You should be proud of your worth ethic. You're a yes woman.


    July 30, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFrogs in my formula

    Loved this... so very true. So, who did you end up sending the email to?

    August 1, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterThe Empress

    Is it bad that I've been having similar responses to my husband talking at me?

    Except for the stylus stabbing of course.

    August 2, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMrsbear

    Genial post and this mail helped me alot in my college assignement. Gratefulness you on your information.

    August 10, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAnonymous

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