Groovy

One of the ancient American words you don't hear too often, "Groovy." Maybe it's time for a come back? Nah. Loved this day. I just wanted to sit outside and bask in the sun and just let my office assistant take care of my invoicing, billing, and faxing. But wait, I don't have an office assistant. I need to get one of those someday. Paper work reminds me of an great Client Eastwood movie called Heartbreak Ridge. Highly recommend it to anyone over 13. He had an awesome saying while he was thrown in jail for taking on an entire bar of Navy guys. "Beat me, kick me, spit on me, just don't bore me." That's how I view paperwork. It ranks below getting beaten and kicked. And it doesn't matter where I stack it, it doesn't disappear. Actually, I truly believe there are male and female documents. Because when I don't watch them for awhile, and the lights are real low, and got some soft music playing in the background, they seem to multiply. Like Catholic rabbits. I wake up the next morning and papers are spilling over the side of my desk. Time for a chaperone.