Monday, November 27, 2006

"Meatloaf, smeatloaf, double-beatloaf. I hate meatloaf."

And by "meatloaf", I mean work. And by "hate" I mean "I am mildly annoyed at coming in after 4 days off and the look on my pugs faces this morning when they realized I was going to work today was enough to make you cry."

So, how has everyone else's post-turkey haze worn off? How are things now that you have wiped the last of the crusty stuffing and cranberries from your face?


Jenny said...

Oh. Oops...sorry, I never looked in the mirror.

Jenny said...

I, too, was distraught about having to return to the grind this morning. When I said I had to leave, the sad looks on the faces of my resident Guatemalan and the guy named George who was sitting next to him nearly broke my heart too.

Oh, wait. The sad look was on MY face.

sam said...

Clifford was mildly distressed after 5 mom-filled days to FINALLY getting a treat and hopping into his crate. The look of "oh boy, it's about time lady!" as he ripped the treat out of my hand and snubbed the tasteless kibble was enough for me to dash out the door, coffee in hand, and wait for the light-rail with more concern than he had shown me. Humph! Never stand between a dachshund and his treat.