Time to break some ankles...

For crying out loud, work has been absolutely unbearable! My coworkers and I can't even figure out why...it seems like we had the same work load last year around this time, but this year it seems like we're just being pummeled mercilessly by the amount of work piling up on our desks. We've worked 10 hours days and had to bring work home and it still feels like we're barely making a dent. We're trying to hire on, but even that has proven to be more work than we thought it would be.

So the above picture is of me trying to hold onto the weekend. Work is a lot stronger and the weekends seem so hard to hold onto. I swear, I think the weekend puts baby oil on its ankles to make it harder to get a good grip.

...which reminds me of some other battles...

Like our battles with the IF Monster:

Oh yeah, and can't forget this one:

I think I'm going to have to break Weekend's, Healthy-And-Worry-Free-Pregnancy's, and BFP's ankles so that they're much less mobile.

Oh and hey has anyone noticed that I lightened my hair? I went for highlights this time. It's okay. Nothing spectacular. I kind of wish I never bothered.

Man, this has got to be the lamest post ever written in the entire history of blogs. Sorry.