Working at home means it takes a redonk amount of effort for me to do things like ever wear pants, or stop inventing languages shared by only me and my cats. Also, eating.
eating lunch at desk
quitting
But I really do miss being able to fart whenever I feel like it.
annie
It's hot as balls, and I made up a classy drink that can be made with or without alcohol. Think "if Miss Hannigan from 'Annie' went on a tropical vacation."
slacking off
Plus, a SHOCKING CONFESSION as to what I'm really doing during staff meetings.
food
My great grandma used to slaughter her own chickens. I complain about the effort it takes to put vegetables in a bowl with some dressing.
blogs
I'm now a stay-at-home mom to a squealing, pants-pooping little freelance career.
culture
I tried to write something about my new workspace, but it turned into a rumination on September 11 and our changed national culture. I don't know why this surprises me.
