Monday, September 22, 2008

I've bitten off a bit more than I can chew.

Isn't admitting you have a problem half the battle?

I've gotten myself into a pickle with more work than I can humanly produce. I'm considering outsourcing or a sister wife as a solution. Neither option is looking terribly realistic. The proof is in the lack of responses to my posting on Craig's List.

I find myself surrounded by people who speak many languages, the least of which is CSS and various other forms of computer code that the mere name of escapes me. And  by people who compete in triathlons on the weekends - for fun. All of this creates an overwhelming urge to throw my cards on the table and scream:

Oh yeah? Well, I made MILK come out of my Boobs!

Surely that trumps just about everything, right?


7 comments:

Which Box said...

Indeed. Indeed it does. Hang in there.

Denise said...

Absolultely! I bet every man you know can't do that! ;o)

mlb said...

I just added you to my toolbar.

You are fun to read.

Jenny said...

That reminds me of Meet the Parents where Robert DeNerro (I am SURE I spelled that incorrectly)says, "I have nipples, can you milk me, Greg?"

Hah!!

Hey, I bet your so smart coworkers don't know pig latin! Try that next time they get all Java and COBALT!

Kim/2 Kids said...

I have long thought that I needed a wife, doesn't everyone?

mrs. blogoway said...

You can always think of the alternative to being surrounded by all these over-achievers... being stuck in Texas surrounded by people who think it's a good idea to stockpile weapons and have deer nuggets for dinner. LOL.

Oz said...

Yes, yes it does.