Let me introduce you to a little pal of mine called "Fate."
After work, I got myself a massage. Oooo. Very pleasant indeed. On the drive home, I started mentally composing a journal entry about it, and, by way of introduction, it was going to start something like this:
"Oh yeah. Productive day at work, bopping around the office, followed by a massage and loafing in a steam room. That's the way to live. It'll take a long time for me to come down from that."
And then I got home, and got the mail, and Fate said:
Jury Summons.
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As Nelson from the Simpsons would say:
HA! HA!
8-)
Gordy
God is an Iron. Her sense of humor reflects her predilection for irony, no?
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