It Only Hurts When I Blog

You work too much!!! =(
 

Karen, take my advice: slap on your earphones and put on some Janis Joplin and Big Brother and The Holding Co. I mean it! Pick up the "Cheap Thrills" CD on your way home from work if you don't have it already. I know you'll remember it...
Your cares will melt away for at least a short while. Yes indeed. Hey, works for me! Guess it used to work for Mom too, 'cause I remember her listening to it. LOUD.

Steve wants me to give you a message. He says go to Mom's for a week and help her take care of those kids because we'll be riding the bike. Sounds like Steve, right?
 

Lyn, tell Steve to ride his bike right up here! Hoping you can come up on Sunday! Yes, Karen, that's a 24/7 job sometimes. No wonder your supervisor freaks out whenever you are going to take some time off! Like Uncle Ray's cat, Sunset; whenever she sees the suitcases out she starts meowing and pacing the floors. I think she even throws up. Hope your supervisor doesn't do that! Never worry if you don't have time to blog--we can look at the re-runs!