Mom's gonna be wicked busy this week at her day hunting gig, and she isn't looking forward to it. She says the rest of the week will be a Week From Hell on Steroids. She talks about what she has to do, but it just sounds like jibberish to me. Eeeeeeeeeee are pea, database engine, crystal retorts, email, user eye-dees, groups, writes, data-base conversation, gigabites, con-sultans, off the network, sit-tricks, ottocad... I dunno. I think she's losing her mind.
Anyway I explained that she's gotta get off her butt and set up the raffle for Churchill. We're gonna make a Gizzy Quilt to raffle for his v-e-t expenses.
And it's gonna snow again today. Ain't life grand?