I'm late...

shhhhh, don't tell nobody. Truth is, I woke up on time. But for some unknown reason, I decided to put some laundry in the washer before I left. I think it's because I know that doing laundry has somehow turned into a privalege in that house, and Jr. seems to hold all authority. We're at his mercy. That nigga has so much laundry it's a shame, and he dominates the washer and dryer all weekend and during the week too. So he's gonna come home for lunch, head for the washer, and BAM! Who's stuff is in there? MINE! Ha! Shoulda let me do my wash yesterday, boy! But yeah, so thats why I'm late. It's cool though, because no one really cares. Even though I'm late, I still get here before my boss. As long as we're not coming through the door together, then it's all lovely. On a sadder note, Baby's moving in two weeks *sniff*. Well in light of the fact that I am late, I need to go post results and all that wonderful laboratory manager type stuff. So I shall return later. All of you go to work now, quit slacking. You know yo' ass got something you're supposed to be doing instead of this, so go do it. Since I gotta work, so do y'all. The Almighty Antagonistic, Vehemently Vindictive, Marvelously Malicious, MiniMee-MistyMarie, Neighborhood Queen (Reigning Supreme, nigga!) has mandated it, and it shall be so. Okay, quick edit: Y'all know Leon is a crazy MF. If you've been by his blog (which I know you have), then you know what I mean. If you don't, go see his most recent post and see for yourself. I swear I'mma get fired messin' with him this early in the A.M. Aiight, I'm out now.