Baby’s due Thursday. I’m going to ask for work tasking later this morning, but I don’t expect to hear anything. Nobody wants to give me work to do this close to the baby arriving – not to mention everyone knows I’m soon to quit anyhow and they assume that means I’m as reliable as a bald tire patched with sugar-free gum – so I may actually take a vacation day and work on my pallet decking for the garden walkway. Then I might do some more reading/homework for my new job.
First order of bidness is to pack my bag for the hospital, though. I’ve got larabars, underwear, socks, change of shirt, and my Kindle going with me. Just have to shove them all in my bag and be ready to go. Mentally, I’m as prepared as I get.
But still, I could use some motivation. Let’s see what the Algorithm found in the Binders this week
Well hello there, Ms. Hipster-Glasses-and-sexy-abs.
Tag team pole dancing?
I think this is some kind of swinging motion or goblet squat, but I gotta say that she mostly looks constipated.
I don’t think she got those abs from skateboarding, but what do I know?
I don’t care how cute you are, if you stand right in front of the rack to curl those, we’re gonna have a problem.
How do women see when their hair is like this. I used to flip out if it even touched my ears. Baldness is a blessing.
I will one day live in abject terror of finding selfies like this that my daughter has taken.
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