Things sure are better now that Jorge’s relying on his administrators, who have been telling him all along to leave everything to them. Which he should… makes things easier and gives him more time for Words with Friends. Heck, when I ran the place, I practically never ran the place! I just showed up when they told me to and ate whatever the hell they put in front of me. Which mostly tasted like warmed over shit – and if I never see a beet casserole again it will be all too soon.
Meanwhile, all’s well here. Spent last week catching up on Game of Thrones (Stark – so yummy!). Also thinking about growing a mustache, as Sister Juanita insists it would make me look exactly like Richard Madden.
Incidentally, we’ve made her an optometrist appointment for next week…