I know that I've been terrible about blogging lately. I have no problem talking. So why can't my fingers talk as much?
I started a new job recently. I'm one of those sample ladies that you try to run from in large grocery stores.
I had forgotten how tiring it is to stand all afternoon. I don't work that many hours. Only two afternoons a week, but my feet hurt. I used to do it all the time, must be getting old. Or maybe, just maybe it's a good reason to get new shoes.
How about these? They're black and closed toe. They follow all the regulations. And they're cute.
They recommend that we try the product before sampling so we know what we're talking about. This afternoon it's a Chicken Alfredo Skillet Dinner. What does that sound like?...
That means six and a half hours of garlic smelling.