I took a half a personal day today, in order to:
A) go out and get my Irish on last night for a bit with The Boyfriend; and
B) make arrangements for Lulu the Malibu to go to her doctor for a new tires and a checkup before I head south next week for my workshop.
The getting the Irish on was a bit of a bust. I had 2.5 drinks and my stomach was upset. I found out why upon my return home. The Boyfriend can relax because yet again, I am NOT pregnant! Woo!
(I hope my dad isn’t reading this post…)
So, yeah… we headed out at about 11 when The Boyfriend got home from work and we were back before 1, I think. And since I’d gotten up yesterday morning at 5:45, I pretty much hit the pillow and was out. Didn’t even take my allergy meds last night and I’ll be paying for that later on.
When I woke up this morning, I did a load of laundry, called the mechanic to let him know Lulu will be coming for a visit, had some breakfast and sat down to order a death certificate from the fine folks at Pennsylvania Vital Records. I decided to do it via fax, so I downloaded the PDF form. And that’s when I cracked up.
The file name is Death_by_fax.pdf.
Sounds like a horrible way to go…
sometimes I look like death by fax. And STOP already with the pregnant speak, ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
That is the funniest thing I’ve heard today.
Death by fax! LOL…that could happen at my office…that or death by boredom
It sometimes takes me awhile but I always end up knowing what you’r up to. Don’t you remember being a teenager.