Allow Yourself To Graduate, Every Five Years.

My Dog Was With Me All The Time. I Talked To My Dog. She Was My Best Buddy. I Shared All My Secrets With Her, But I Don't Think I Every Really Tried Jokes Out With The Dog.

I Have An Office In My House And One About Five Minutes From My House. I Worked Solely Out Of My House For Many Years, But Find, With Children, That I Have To Be In A Different Zip Code To Think.

I Understand The Sensitivities Of Grown Children With Little Ones Of Their Own!! They'll Turn Away A Mother Full Of Advice, But They'll Never Say No To One Holding A Mop.

Where's My Tax Form? Where's The File That's Supposed To Hold My W-2 Form And Interest Statement? Where's The Mileage Log I Specifically Asked Be Kept Last Year?? Where's The Monthly Check Summary? And Who's Been Stuffing Visa Receipts In The Aluminum Foil Drawer??!! How Embarrassing. I'm Surrounded By Idiots And I'm The Only One In The Office.

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