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Someone mentioned a book "the giving tree" and I remember reading that book over and over. It's so sad and heartbreaking but a very good book.
 
I love being a woman. But there are some things about it I don't love so much.
 
For some reason, one of my favorite things is flexing a muscle hard and long enough that it cramps, normally the bicep or pectoral. And I just let it go. I let it cramp. I like it for some reason. And I'll let it cramp until the muscle tires out and softens.

Just a weird habit, I think.
 
I had a staff lined up five deep at my desk.. Questions. After they left, my coworker looks over at me,and says, "I can't believe some of the shit they ask you."

My response, "Part of being a good supervisor is not to let them know it is dumb shit."
 
Why would she clock me? You're the one who broke it, ya klutz.

I'm her favorite. You'd be painting fences for a week. Even if I'm the one who broke it.

And if I did break it, it wouldn't have been out of clumsiness. It would have been dramatic flair to accentuate a point. I did that with a beer bottle. Maybe or maybe not, only once.
 
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