elizabeth:  Sometimes working at home does not have its rewards. People think “Hey, she is working from home; let’s  call her to run errands for us.” Let me count the ways people get on my last nerve because my work phone number happens to be the same as my home number. You get to go out of the house five days a week and see people and put on nice clothes and pluck your unibrow and care about whether your have lipstick all over your teeth. I have never had a unibrow so I cannot feel your pain, but I just discovered that I need to put on makeup every day again. Why? Because I scare the crap out of myself without it. I don’t really like the rigor mortis look for the holidays. Santa may just fly past my house thinking what does a dead girl need. Stupid fat guy. Didn’t he get my list?

Laurie:  Keep calling Santa stupid.  I’m sure that will work.

elizabeth:  So tell your friends who think people who work at home are soap opera addicts or lazy at best to call us up and invite us to lunch. A facial would be a grand way to end a 15 -18 hour work day. 15 – 18 hours? Oh yes indeedy. I work more now then I did when I worked for the man or the woman. And I like it so much better. As soon as I get some sweats that have zippers.  Then look out for the flying pigs.

Laurie:  I wonder how I ever managed to fit a real outside job in.  My calendar looks like someone on speed is at the helm.  The little square blocks are not enough to record my daily commitments; I now write in the borders.  When I die in front of my computer (and I’m sure I will), they will take one look at the calendar on the wall and understand completely.

elizabeth:  If I could teach my cats to work the computer programs (and put up our new website/blog) and my dog to come up with great ideas, I could sleep most of the day like they do. But I am grateful that I am not as hairy as they are so maybe it does work out in the end. Not really.

Laurie:  Try getting birds to shut up while you’re on the phone.  Sometimes I tell people I’m on a tropical island but then the sirens of the city interfere – you would think we could have 10 minutes without a crisis somewhere in Times Square but I guess not.  Anyway my crank phone call days are over.  Parakeets chirping are my identifying background Muzak.

elizabeth:  I need help and not the kind that my four-legged family members offer. Minnie favors consonants when she types, Henry tries to make nice with the mouse (he really should be working for the UN Peacekeeping) and Ruby always has to go out to pee when I get blinded by some brilliant idea.  So if you find you have some time on your hands, I could use some help. My six cats and yellow lab need to be entertained and not in front of my computer screen. Shadow puppets of the cast of the New Moon just won’t cut it anymore. But wait a sec. Maybe I can explain away my pasty look – I am just a misunderstood vampire. That works for me.  Thanks for all your help. Not.

Laurie:  You sound a little cranky.  Maybe you have to pee?

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