This Is Why Kids You Do Not Check Your Emails at Work

And it has nothing to do with spam, attachments, or socially inappropriate language. It has everything to do with finding yourself two lines into an email you've been waiting eagerly for, and having to turning away for fear that you might just hyperventilate. Honestly I'm trying not to think about it - so apparently we need to patent the previously typed letter (in it's edited form) and find out where I found the kutzpah to send it unalcoholed... so... mumblemumble... we'll return to our regular blogging when S&P finds her brain and lowers her bp... see you after the weekend - thank goodness for J and her family.

It is so wrong that I want to play Celine right now and sing along? Right? I'm wrong? It's all wrong! This is all kinds of wrong too...