Best. Spam. Ever.
I was almost tempted to click on the link to find out how the sender knew how stupid I looked. But, alas, I didn't.
Today is the last weekday of my sabbatical. I didn't read loads of good books (though I read one mediocre one). I didn't clear out the junk from the unused upstairs so we could refinish it. I didn't complete my manuscript and find a literary agent. I didn't strap on the rollerskates Steve bought me a year ago and lose 20 pounds. I didn't make up for lost wages through the fabulous freelance opportunities that came my way. And I didn't Bedazzle (TM) everything in my closet.
I really didn't do much at all. And I really don't regret a thing.
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HAIKU
16 hours ago
3 comments:
Awe, Leigh Ann. I was expecting to be dazzled when you came back to work. I feel like my helium balloon from the Harris Teeter just floated away.
See Ya!
I need to start calling my days sabbaticals. I think I could totally be down with not feeling bad about not accomplishing my tasks that way, 'cause good lord, I've got some junk that's been doing nothing but making me feel bad.
Looks like you wrote 25 articles for your blog, thats something.
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