Sweet Cuppin' Cakes

Mike wasn't feeling well last night, so nothing got done. I was a little p'terbd... weird word, isn't it? But I can't slave drive the man! He's worked so hard on that mudroom floor already. Plus, we get home so late, I feel bad about running the skid steere or tractor to move the rubble out of the house and back into the yard... damn work schedules.

We almost need to both take a day off to get stuff done... but both of us are jammed at work. Speaking of which... back to transcribing television spots for tomorrow's sales meeting.

T-minus 2 days