Monday, June 14, 2010

They call it "working" for a living

I am not complaining, but Red just checked in from work, which he has finished for the day, and sent me this picture of where he will be enjoying dinner.
I'm trying to tell myself that my leftover meatloaf with view of messy kitchen was the same thing - or better because I never have to answer to a performance review.


  1. Nor will there be sand in YOUR sheets.

  2. Peter always sends me these sort of photos, too. And then he wonders why I sometimes think of his work trips as vacations. (Even though I realize he is actually working part of the time.)