Hi Ya Hildy!

"And that my friends, is my farewell to the newspaper game. I'm gonna be a woman, not a news-getting machine. I'm gonna have babies and take care of them. Give 'em cod liver oil and watch their teeth grow...So long you wage-slaves...When you're crawling up fire escapes and getting kicked out of front doors, and eating Christmas dinners in one-armed joints, don't forget your pal, Hildy Johnson!..And when the road beyond unfolds..."

Sunday, November 14, 2004

argh, me ol' stompin grounds

the company picnic. that is, the company that just gave me the boot, but that which my hubby still works (hard) for. it was at six flags and the girls had a blast. after riding the tower of power, i couldn't remember the last time i squealed like a weanie!
the baby wasn't allowed on the teacups. yeah, i said TEACUPS! not even with me riding. whatever.
ran in to a coupla ol' pals from work. that was nice.
it rained on us most of the day and the hubs burned the tastebuds off his tongue when gulping the hot chocolate.
i appreciate the company giving us a day of carefree fun (seriously). i ain't mad acha.

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