All right, people. I did my part: I asked for help, for advice. And what did you people do? I have no idea. Not a clue what you did. I know what you didn’t do, though; you didn’t give me any advice whatsoever. So do you know what happened? You should. I told you what would happen. But you were probably too busy (with your own lives? How dare you) chuckling to yourselves (“Oh, that PB sure does exaggerate…”) And now it’s come to this. Guess who:
*Showered last night,
*Rolled out of bed at 8:15, and
*Waltzed Strolled into the office at 8:45,
*Sporting quite the interesting hair (acting like she was going for sexy messy ponytail, but she’s not fooling anyone)?
The only part of my dire prediction that ended up being an exaggeration (and really, not so much that as a miscalculation) is that it’s not Thursday. I managed to make it a whole extra day before I became Modub the Slothful. It’s like the more sleep I get, the less character I have. Who knew having a summer nanny would be so bad for me?
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