Tuesday, July 26, 2011

You Know You Have a Problem When . . .

You know you have a problem when you wake up with cupcake crumbs between your cleavage. Anyway, this is better than a hangover.

Last night, I had an extra fun spontaneous dinner with my best bud, but the glass of wine knocked my on my ass. The one glass of weak-ass pino. Dear God, it's me, Associate Girl. What is happening to me?

Also, when the franchisor Mother Ship and the builder ask to review your real estate lease for your space, this greatly complicates things. Also, when you find a little snippet somewhere that says a husband and wife have to operate as a general partnership, this greatly complicates things.

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