So, the files have started rolling in, and I’ve been assigned some priority files. (Priority files are files that are due sooner than normal files, because there’s been a rush placed on them.)
I’m sitting at my desk, day-dreaming about the wonderful time we had in Santa Fe, and the files keep popping into my inbox, jarring me back to reality. I can tell by the due-dates that they are Priority Files, and my blood pressure starts to rise.
“Aaaaaaaaargh! NO priority files!!” I scream out loud, mostly to myself and mostly to the cosmos. “I don’t want any Priority Files…especially on the first day back from vacation!!”
My hubby, who has decided to “work from home” today (*cough*), yells back from the kitchen, “Dude, don’t be a big ol’ baby head.”
“Baby head! Baby head!” Claire chimes in right behind him.
“I’m ready for my Santa Fe Margarita right about now. I’ll be in the pool. Just have it delivered to me there, thanks.”

