At Least
When working late on a Sunday night editing shitty writing featuring commas sprinkled like confetti (apparently there only for decoration) and subject matter that is violent and monotonous and goofy all at the same damned time, at least I can drink smooth, velvety red wine. I couldn’t do that at my old corporate job.
See, I’m stickin’ it to the Man, one sip, one comma at a time.
I'm a busy freelance editor and writer, wife to Ian, and mother to two precious boys. I am living each day to the fullest and with as much grace, creativity, and patience as I can muster.
"Love doesn't just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new." —Ursula K. LeGuinn
September 24, 2007 at 11:04 am
Don’t forget the home office’s biggest reward — you can be naked while drinking that wine (or whatever…) and working.
September 24, 2007 at 11:40 am
I love you:)Your funny!
September 24, 2007 at 1:10 pm
See, I’m stickin’ it to the Man, one sip, one comma at a time.
Best sentence ever.
September 24, 2007 at 2:39 pm
Barefoot Merlot strikes again!