I just spent the last few minutes catching up with my sibling's blogs. They are so hysterical! I wish my post's were half as funny as their's. As usual, today's will be no exception since I am feeling paticularly dull, tired and bleary.

No, I do not have a hangover, I just spent the last four days working almost fourty-eight hours. Profitable yes, tiring as well. Resulting in the the fact Sunday morning the kitchen looked like a franternity party had been hosted in it and I sacrificially opted to stay home and clean up since Dad and T's arrival was supposedly emminent. (*Breaks arm patting self on back*)

Joy didn't win her pageant and I was decidedly angry and depressed Saturday night because she DESERVED to win. The girl who won was a fat troll who is very insincere. Rubbish!

Working at Preston has been interesting, because I was the only female I was quite the novelty. Also, they were used to the typical Baribizon babe, so since I could talk and write at the same time, they were absolutely flabbergasted. So much so, they offered me a job. Yay! Saying I had great people skills, blah, blah, blah. Maybe it was because I have boobs. But I would prefer to think it is my great people skills. =)

Highlights from the four days were: old men proposing, being told I looked like Cameron Diaz "because she is a hot, sexy lady" (like we didn't notice), being told I was "domesticated" and me asking if that meant I didn't scratch the furniture or I used the litterbox, watching all of them fall over from heart attack's when Joy walked in the door, being told I needed to gain weight and of course being generally loved and adored.