Thursday, September 11, 2008
Just call me forgetful
Jimmy was suppose to meet a previous client heir and help load things from the storage unit. I wasn't sure of the time. By the time I called we were 15 minutes late. Jimmy hadn't taken the key with him, so I started looking. I looked and looked and looked. I was so frustrated because I had just seen it, somewhere, last week. I had called Jimmy and told him to get the storage manager to cut the lock and we would buy a new one, when I found it. whew! I was on the verge of a nervouse breakdown. I rushed over, only an hour late, and helped because I felt so guilty.
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Shauna-
ReplyDeleteI DIDN'T KNOW YOU STARTED A BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, so I just got dont reading all of your previous posts and am caught up.
Happy late birthday Sophia-I can't believe that you're 1 already. I remember going to the hospital when you were born and Preston was still inside me, oh how fast it goes by! This year we were standing in Chelseys hospital room:)
So, I am adding you to my blog roll so I can keep up with your blogging.
Happy Blogging Shauna!
Jenessa