Last night I was uberly excited to have Robyn over for dinner, wine and the newest episode of Intervention. There isn't anything quite like getting drunk with Jan, the alcoholic. Female alcoholics are probably some of my favorite guests on the show, I don't know why. They come in second to Allison, the chick who inhaled computer air duster.
Sunday afternoon I made beef stew, but it wasn't quite right by dinner time, so I let it slow cook again all day yesterday and by the time we ate it for dinner, all the flavors were well blended. It was pretty good, nothing amazing, but a warm hearty meal for a cold night. Being as cold as it is today, I brought leftovers for lunch so I could stay out of the cold as much as possible.
So with my work bag in tow, I headed off to the office, very slowwwwly. First, let me state the importance of my 'work bag.' I bring it to work every single day, along with my purse, and it is an essential part of my job. I don't actually take any work home, nor do I carry a work laptop, so what is in my work bag you ask? Everything to keep me going through the day at work: Sudoku book; any book I'm reading at a given time; my makeup (although I never reapply - that's only if I even apply at all some days;) all my coupons and ads to browse through; a newspaper; all my electronic accessories (camera charger, phone charger, card reader, flash drive, etc.;) some headbands and bobby pins (of course;) stuff to take to the bank; bills; and whatever other personal crap I may find necessary to do at work. Oh and food. Usually food.
Today I arrive at the office and Dave from valet opens my car door for me, as he does every morning, with his lit cigarette so tactfully hanging from his lips. I grab my junk, head up to the second floor and unpack my bag for the day, only to find a little surprise waiting for me.
Apparently, I didn't secure the lid on my stew very well and it spilled all over my bag. I brought a new book today, one I have yet to begin, and it now smells hellaciously like beef and vegetables. Don't get me wrong, I love beef and vegetables, but I don't want to be constantly reminded of it with the stale smell excreting from my book. What's worse is I also had a book I'm mailing to Hayden for Christmas in my bag, and that too has a little something extra going into the envelope with it. Beef. Merry Christmas friend. I hope this book is all you're expecting...and more! :)
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[11:50] Kacy Mills: Tory and I have the same kind of "work bag". We call it a "document bag" though, although we carry no documents in it.
[11:50] Kacy Mills: http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=48966265&blogID=178625069
[11:51] Kacy Mills: I currently have almost exactly the same things you do in my bag!
I have almost all those same things too!!! Let me take inventory of my document bag right now:
band aids, pens, crest white strips, make up, vitamins, hand sanitizer, bobby pins, extra ziploc, planner, extra wallet (other than the one in my purse, yikes!), magazine, coupons, umbrella, Christmas CD, college textbook, brush, checkbook.
Pretty much none of this stuff do I use on a daily basis, but continue to lug this bag with me to work and home everyday =)
Ok, this is your cousin Rykert's wife Libby (random, I know), but I would just like to say that Allison the girl who huffed air duster was my favorite Intervention. EVER. Sad? Yes. But when it re-ran, I called my sister to make sure she was watching.
I have a work bag too! Inventorying now... mine carries my planner, Goodnight Nobody by Jennifer Weiner (great book btw), camera charger, camera adapter, ipod, a couple of random cds, my Bible, tampons, a 24 pack of crayons (Aubrey's), my vitamin organizer, an umbrella, a headband, a few alligator clips, kleenex and a robitussin lid from when I was sick.
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