Just spent the last half hour chasing my sister's cat around the house with my dad (it was twilight, the cat is grey, she's a little hard to find). Got bit by some bugs, some of those bugs got inside the house, now we're all itchy. Yuck.
Found 2 sets of license plates from my neighbor so I can work on some more purses. Dad was giving me some pointers for them so they're not too tight when we bend it, so the plates fit around eachother nicely. One's old, from like 1985 or something, and the other one's 1995-96, I think. I haven't taken the sticker tags off of them yet to see when they were made. The old one is really ugly lol, goldenrod and brown, with black numbers stamped into it. The newer one is a little different than what mine is, as it doesn't have Devil's Tower printed on it. But I'll work on that tomorrow or Sunday because I'm pooped from Delilah chasing.
The owner's son at work is always sneaking candy bars out of the back room (the room where we keep the pop and candy to stock the machines with) and not paying for them like everyone else has to. It's getting a little irritating, and I know that he's the son of the owner, but this isn't a once in a while thing, it's a couple times a day every time he's here. No one likes it, especially not the boys in the garage who work harder and have to pay for their own candy. So one of the guys in the shop is going to talk to the owner about it, because he doesn't think it's fair, and I've been trying to stock the candy machine whenever I get a free second so that there's nothing left in the back room, as there's only like, three Hersheys bars and 5 Three Musketeers bars left...hopefully I can get them all in the machine by tomorrow and the kid will have to pay for his own stuff! When I worked for my dad, I had to pay for all my candy and pop. Rawr.
What I'm Listening To: my heart rate slowing
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