Dear 8 pounds 6 ounces new born infant Jesus, please let me hit the Powerball so I can save myself from this job that is slowly killing me...please and thank you.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Friday Happy Hour
My Friday HH is sadly alcohol-free...and who even knows when I will leave the office tonight. I had to get out for a quick errand (going back to the bank because I am sans-ATM card), and on my sprint walk back to the office, I stopped for a mini-cupcake and a Powerball ticket.
Dear 8 pounds 6 ounces new born infant Jesus, please let me hit the Powerball so I can save myself from this job that is slowly killing me...please and thank you.
Dear 8 pounds 6 ounces new born infant Jesus, please let me hit the Powerball so I can save myself from this job that is slowly killing me...please and thank you.
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At least the cupcake looks yummy if you're stuck working late on a Friday. Good luck on Powerball!
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHA~ That is awesome!
ReplyDeleteI hope you win the powerball!!! And that cupcake looks like sweet heavenly deliciousness...is that a peanut butter cup on top?? YUM!!!
ReplyDeleteGIRL I know that feeling! At least you rewarded yourself with a much-deserved cupcake. And crossing my fingers for your lotto ticket!
ReplyDeletethe cupcake looks yummy.
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