the crux of the matter

it was one of them days. the one morning i had to get to work at 7.30 on the dot and the streetcar was NOT on time, there was NO time for coffee, wilson is NOT the last name of my client, missed out on the march of dimes kick-off breakfast at the hotel because i double booked myself, received 10 calls from the same client when i really needed to speak to 20 different people, made it down for lunch -- the best part of my day -- and it was DELI day in the cafeteria, back up to my desk and plowed away at every call, every challenge and every way possible to sell portland to my clients. in the midst of all of this, i managed to get a lunch date out of Jen for v-day, learned that someone loves hockey and spagetti, jennifer invited me to a 'football' something this Sunday at her house |is there something going on?| and came across some newfoundold money. case scenario: if a person dubbed |rich and mental, my favorite, right...| walked into venue |will not disclose| just throwing out money |hundred dollar bills|, would you take it? i heard it happened and i'd be first in line with my hand wide open. so right now, i've got a dime-sized blister on the bottom of my foot. i'm assuming its from snowboarding. crap! i need to walk and get me something salty for dinner and then the remainder of the night will be spent making cards, crafty is I ~ and mom, i'm not bad... well, maybe, just a little...
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