Boy, do I hate my job sometimes. I had to spend the weekend in Charleston where it was 65 and sunny and attend a food and wine festival. I had to eat shrimp & grits, oysters, fried chicken, cheddar biscuts, macaroni and cheese, pulled pork and buttermilk pie. I had to sample wines and drink mint juleps. I had to shop and spend time with intersting and fun people. How do I stand this job?
My thoughts on whatever passes through my line of sight.
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