We can't take pictures of Mack without him blinking with anticipation of the flash. It's too bright, dammit! I almost pee my pants everytime. And, of course, I can't stop taking pictures of him like these.
What's not to love? It's Friday, it's jeans day! Sarah and I used to declare that to each other every Thursday/Friday when we were workin' women. Even if it wasn't jeans day. Our then boss, Terry (a character to say the least), in which Sarah and I probably gave several gray hairs to, would inform us that on this certain Friday, jeans were prohibited because we'd be having an important visitor (a University big shot or someone from Corporate)...and we'd need to look professional. Boo. But, just to piss him off, we'd run around the office yelling "It's Friiiiiidaaaay, it's jeeeeeans day". He would remind us that "no, it was not jeans day". For godsakes man, we get it. We tortured that poor man.
I totally got most of my laundry done today. yea buddy. No, it's not put away yet, but get off my back! And, I e-filed our taxes. yea buddy. I cooked dinner and I'm about 8 pages away from finishing my book. yea buddy. The wine is in the fridge getting a little chill on it and my day is done. yuu-eahhh buddy. oh, and I'm listening to Jack Johnson's new cd...killer tunes man. Ah, the sweet sounds of JJ...and everything is right in the world.
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