Okay, if y'all will stop breeding like rabbits out there, perhaps I won't have to work any more seven - yes that is SEVEN - night shifts in a row. Three 12 hour shifts, one 8 hour, three 12 hours.
I have proven to myself that I am no longer a young person. I am old. Too old for this bologna.
And Thor is soooo mad at me.
Thor sez: I'm not mad at you. You no longer exist to me. How can I be mad at someone who doesn't exist?
As I told the day shift, I've got a date with a hot bath and a vicodin.
Thor sez: Don't expect me to play life guard for you!
I felt so bad about barely seeing them for the better part of the week, I broke out the good nip.
Thor sez: Yippee! Can we play rubber duckies? And have bubbles?