Sunday, June 19, 2011

Another Half Hour to Go in this Leg

I'm working a "split shift" today- I began with the graveyard shift, but have to return at 4PM. I don't mind the graveyard- one is going home while most people still have a full day of work ahead of them. The "split", like red rum, is murder- at least it doesn't crop up often.

I hope to get a little shut eye when I get home, but I fear that my lovely neighbors' three beautiful children will be engaged in typical child activity, which tends to be joyfully noisy. Luckily, at this point in my life, I think I could sleep in a wind tunnel.

2 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

We were quiet as church mice when we were little.

That is, when we weren't playing, shooting off firecrackers and bottle rockets, having rock fights, etc.
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Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Get offa mah lawn, little Thunder!