+10, V
Off to my hometown for the annual festival this weekend, who doesn't love FREE corn on the cob? #noseriously
Got tomorrow off -- leaving at 4 today...living the dream. Will try again to get some pics of my pipeliner boys.
Looking forward to all the bar fights that seem to happen between 1 and 2 AM, because people from other small towns come to visit. People from small towns seem to have missed the memo that came out after the original FOOTLOOSE...it's not cool to beat up people from other small towns.
In case it's unclear: leave the girls from the other town alone. If they're halfway decent looking, they've got 5 strapping boys ready to pounce on your ass. Think: 7 brides for 7 brothers.
Hopefully I can come back with some good stories
-10, J
Wedding weekend #.......yeah, I've lost count.
It all started in September of 2010... When V transferred offices to cover a maternity leave and got lucky enough to share an office with J. It didn't take long to discover how much of a difference the decade between us makes. Last night we thought "wouldn't it be interesting to blog about the difference in the choices that we make as a 20-something vs. a 30-something?".
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Difference: HEALTH
+10, V
Well, Kids, things just aren't the same 10 years down the road.
Today, I had a legitimate health scare. I'm not even joking. I was sitting at my desk and experienced sharp pain under my left boob and in the back of my shoulder.
I obviously GOOGLED "heart attack symptoms". I was fearful for my LIFE.
The google result showed me that I did not meet all of the symptoms. SO, I called my ++10 friend, explained my symptoms, and she assured me that I wasn't having a heart attack but instead it was
wait for it
gas pains.
I also asked somebody who's 50, who shared that she can't even eat raw vegetables anymore. (I ate cucumber).
I'm also debating whether or not I should write up a will. YOU NEVER KNOW.
I've been downing Sprite Zero trying to burp. Wish me luck.
-10, J
V's been walking around the office telling anyone with ears about how much pain she's in and begging them for Gasx.
A co-worker called from the store and V convinced them to buy some.
I've honestly heard her tell the story three times.
That's a lie. It's been five.
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