Just got home from a happy hour celebration with the folks I help support at work. I'd say I'm getting too old for this, but I don't recall being all that fond of the pub life when I was younger. Maybe in college, but I think I'm looking back with rose-colored nostalgia; at the time I probably felt as out of place as I did this evening. Still, they're a good bunch of people and I'm glad they invited me. And I'm glad I'm back home with my husband and cat, as well as Simon's Cat:
This is why spring cleaning is a farce, by the way.
This is why spring cleaning is a farce, by the way.
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