Bitte, baby

Mickey, come over for a party.

So, I made a phone call, I thought there was bad news.
Man, I don't have the money, but I think I ought to get my cellphone back to "operational"++.

+ blog title borrowed from Blazing Saddles
++ "... armed and operational battle station. Commander, you may fire when ready." from Return of the Jedi

H B to me again

not, I'm not having another birthday, but rather I was again wished one.

Thanks!

Grr

Too bad Danno took my entry title, "grr".

I had a disagreement today with a fellow co-worker. It ended quickly. Sill more, I felt that I might be better with a dunce cap and in the corner. Dumb-kid here.