Witness proof that the pampered, pristine, princess Carrie can - in fact - roll up her sleeves, do actual work, and manage to get her hands dirty every once in a while. We are smack dab in the middle of our annual physical inventory at work, and it's an "all hands on deck" situation. Everyone pitches in and counts. Everyone. Even me. Shocking, I know. That other picture....well....did you ever wonder what 300 O-Rings look like? Wonder no more. The picture of me with the black hands? Yep, that's courtesy of those stupid O-Rings. Ugh.
I truly was a dirty girl.
Heh.
For those of you who thought the title of this blog might offer more, errrr, interesting reading.......don't fear. There is new excitement in my life. The kind of excitement that has me flushed and giggly and consumed with inappropriate thoughts at inopportune times. The kind of excitement that led me to make an impromptu decision yesterday that led to a very late night last night (after the requisite appearance at my Dad's birthday party, of course!).
The kind of excitement that would make dirty girls proud.
;)
1 comment:
Are you sure those aren't Trojon ribs...you dirt girl.
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