I'm not sure if the corned beef agreed with me. I was a little sick yesterday. I ended up coming home from youth group and crawling into bed where I slept until 6am.
Today, I'm back in St. Joseph helping Bill by answering the phone at the office.
It may be cliché, but I totally realize why movies show the receptionist filing her nails.
Because that's what you have time to do between answering the phone.
I was sitting here, between phone calls, and realized one of my nails was torn. I pulled out my nail file and as I was fixing it, that's when the cliché dawned on me.
I laughed out loud.
All I need now is one of those headsets so that I don't even have to lift the receiver.
"Good morning, this is Emily, how may I help you?"
On the thankful note, I left the house this morning in time to see the full moon set and the sun rise. Both were beautiful.