So I'm sitting here on my fifteen minute break, sipping on a hot dollar coffee, trying to figure out what to write about... I could write about my sister-in-laws beautiful shower this weekend, or Hubs horrible scratch on his stomach ( he got it from squeezing through a gate on his way to the light rail) or about a few good laughs my mother and I had on Sunday. But I can't seem to expand on them much more than that. ( except the shower of course- pictures are coming this week)
As I'm sitting here though, more and more men from the meat department are piling in behind me to use the other computers. They aren't really talking much either. Do you think they are wondering why I am sitting in front of a computer with a giant picture of my self on the screen? HA, just looking at myself and writing a little paragraph underneath... Oh well who knows what they are thinking, but its definitely getting a little awkward!