She’s trying to be better than me.
Well, she is. But I’m trying to convince you that we’re at least on level standing.
Since it’s snowing, Evan and I left work at the same time. He followed me home so that (he says to make sure I get home safe) he could laugh at me if I ended up in a ditch.
All that to say this: I was ‘checking in’ on my Mobile Facebook App to let everyone know that I was leaving work so they would worry till I checked in at home. I want people to think about me. I sometimes force them to so that when I die, some people will be at my funeral to cry a few tears on my casket. Wait, no. I want my body to be donated to science when I die. After my organs are given to poor kids with terminal organ failure.
While checking in, I noticed that Katie had posted something new on her bloggy blog whilst I was at work. She plays dirty. Actually, so do I. She didn’t even know we were at (blog)war. Now she does. And since I can only expect the best from her at blog-bat (blog-to-blog combat) I shall have to post at 6am on the mornings I work in town.
Doesn’t she know I need my beauty sleep? No, really. I work reception at the animal hospital. If I don’t get my rest, the clients find a new vet and tell all their friends that their former vet employed a pet-eating ogre.
Don’t ask me how I know.
And, yes, I checked in at home.
Took me 25 minutes.
And I could have died.
But I didn’t since you were all worrying about me.