So...right around now, I don't ever want to go back to work.
Sometimes I really hate these four day work weeks, as much as I love them. Right now, I'm on day three of spritzing my hair with texturizer when I go to bed, and then putting it up to keep it from getting wet in the shower and spritzing it again when I'm done. It looks amazing

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Here:

Okay, fine. So maybe not "amazing". But I love it.

It's all wild and curly. And the humidity is making it crazy.
Yeah, so I really really like just hanging around in flip-flops and baggy pants and tank tops. I need to find a job where I can do that, and not deal with screaming two year olds.
Actually, 18 month olds are much harder to photograph. Once you make the 2 year old think it's their idea, you don't have a problem. 18 to 22 months don't listen to ANYTHING, and they don't stay still or pay attention to you. Thank goodness it's not a popular age for photographs.
Wow, it's almost 1. I have actually accomplished a lot today. I took the trash out to the compactor, which is still broken. It's getting ridiculous now. The thing has been broken for months, so there's very little garbage you can actually throw in it before it fills up. So all the other people in this complex just go and throw bags of trash on the ground next to it, and pretty soon there's a smelly pile of garbage and the office is sending out warning notices again that they'll fine anyone they find leaving trash on the ground. This is a weekly thing, and would be a whole lot simpler if they just fixed the darn thing. They have it emptied pretty often, but over the weekend it gets disgusting. Usually I look over when I drive by on my way home or to get the mail to see if it's full or not, and then I take my trash if it's empty. Some people around here though are pigs. Littering trash all over the property and broken bottles... I feel bad for the workers who go around cleaning up after them. Yuck. Pick up after yourselves, people. The rest of the world is not your mother, and shouldn't have to do it for you.
Well I'm gonna go do some more laundry.
You know the great thing (and bad at the same time) about these four day weeks? Right now, I still have another day off

. Come tomorrow about this time I think I'll be crying, lol.
Later!!!