Well, I'm home on my lunch break. Not in too much of a mood to eat. I walked in the door right as Liza was leaving. We said our goodbyes, and now she's officially on her way to Boston. Leise went back to NYC earlier today.
I had the strangest dream last night. I can't even describe it right now, maybe later, it was so weird. Anyways, work is going well. I'm busy today. I'm sitting at the computer, listening to the Mariah Carey CD - The Emancipation of Mimi. It's Hot! I recommend it, so go out and buy it. It's $9.99 on the iTunes music store.
Anyways, I'm gonna check email and smoke a cigarette here, so this is kinda short.
By the way, the explanation for the title of my previous post- Saline Enema. Last night Leise and Liza were describing going to the beach with Steve, who they work with and his dog. Leise was telling how revolting the dog was because he ate so much salt water and started puking everywhere and, well, spraying water out the other end to put it subtly. Anyways, yeah, the 4 of us, kind of drunk, had a good laugh about that. Mike likened it to a saline enema. Maybe you had to be there.
Also, lol, this is funny. At Bob's house, he asked if Leise and Liza were doing well with the wine, and Leise replied, "Yeah, we're a little trashy..." She was a lot of fun. She's gonna come visit sometime and stay here at Swaying Palms. :)
