Do you remember when you first became aware of what year it was? For me it was 1982. My great aunt was making a needlepoint snowman christmas ornament. She stitched 1982 on the back. I asked her what that meant, 1982, and it was all downhill from there...
So my grandpa died on Sunday. It still really hasn't sunk in...it doesn't seem real to me. I know that will all change tomorrow when I'm with my family at the visitation. He asked that I be one of the pall bearers
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I just got in an arguement with one of the supervisors over how much of an ass another co-worker is. Then in my rage, I noticed it was 30 minutes past the hour, got my stuff and headed out the door. About 10 minutes later, I realized it was 3:30 and not 4:30. I'm back at my desk.