I returned from a day of work and errands to find the house empty of men. Apparently, they've all gone to watch Pirates of the Carribbean. I sit in a testosterone-reduced zone with a pot of Precious White Peach tea and a pile of paperwork and data entry to accomplish to the tunes of whatever I want to listen to at whatever decible I see fit! I find myself prone to random bursts of song at great volume. Glorious. *contented sigh*
Of course, this means I'll likely not go to see Pirates. If no one makes me go out to the movies, I just never do it on my own. Such is the life of the highly unmotivated. *grin*
Of course, this means I'll likely not go to see Pirates. If no one makes me go out to the movies, I just never do it on my own. Such is the life of the highly unmotivated. *grin*
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