And not shower.
And experience Prince in Purple Rain.
I know. It's like I'm an investment banker, so wise I am in my acquisition and expenditures.
I keep waiting for the clerk at the register to take scissors to my time card and tell me I've gone over my limit. But sources say I've another 24 hours to squander.
It's too much. I don't know what to do with it all. It's like a treasure chest filled with a bounty of unread novels, sweet pork salads and Johnny Depp chick flicks and I'm trying to stuff it all in my bra and improvised shirt pouch. But you know, a gal can only hoard so much~eventually, she has to walk away from the cornucopia and just be happy with the nuts she managed to shove into her chubby varmint cheeks.
Lucky for me, they were cashews, mixed with milk chocolate and caramel.
That Princess Lisa is one charmed squirrel.