The Boss

Yesterday I told CD I felt like she was my boss.

Here is how some of our conversations go.

Me: Do you want me to do bottles, go to Walmart or help with a child? [Insert other chores as appropriate...laundry, heat up lunch, pick up dinner, take out the trash.]

CD: What do you think you should do?

Me: I think I should first do bottles, then I should help with a child, then go to Walmart.

CD: Sounds good.

Me: Ok boss.

When I lived with CD & Morgan, she made this delish cake for my 28th birthday

June 2010...CD (and our friend Deb) came to Chi for a girls weekend. We have many fun memories of this night. Well...they have fun memories of this night. I do not remember much.  

Running my first 1/2 marathon on my 30th birthday. CD joined me around mile 8. She kept talking, talking, talking. Finally she asked, "do you want me to stop talking?" I responded, "YES!" But she got me to the finish line...for that, I am very thankful. 

Now I just hope my boss doesn't scare me with a fake insect in my bed like she did during a camping trip in college. This was before I was outdoorsy...I was so mad at her!!! (I'm talking about Circus in the Woods, SW01 friends.)

Tomorrow is my last full day. Sad face. I plan to make the most of it!

Goodnight,
CT


P.S. What I haven't told y'all is that before each entry can be posted, they have to be reviewed by CD and/or Morgan. As CD was reviewing the above entry, she tells me that she still has the fake cockroaches from 2001. Katie Greene, you should have trashed those during the June house cleaning effort! :)