Friday, July 1, 2005

My dad rocks.

I get a voicemail on my phone...

"Hi Sara, It's just me. Do you think you could bring by some blasting powder tonight? Thanks."

So I call my dad back and I go, "Sure dad, I'll bring you whatever you want, but I don't know what exactly it is you need..."

Him: "Oh... you know, that Milk of Magnesia stuff."

HA!!! RAD!!!! Blasting Powder! HAHAHAHA

In other news, work is extremely torturous this afternoon. Half the office, okay, OVER half, is already gone on vacation, most of the people I know are either getting off early or gone.... GAH! Torture I tell you!

Fez tonight! Woo! That's about all that's getting me through... the promise of a good time...

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