The owner of the company is out on the golf course today. He calls me to look up phone numbers and such. He calls me for driving directions while he's on the road. He calls me to call his wife to tell her he's gonna be late, but not tell her why. He's a wee bit spoiled.
I spent no less than three hours massaging feet this weekend...that's only counting time spent on the feet! He's just a wee bit spoiled.
My son called. He said I need to send him $50 spending money and $100 more that he owes my mom. Does Kris have his fireworks yet? Can he fly home?--driving takes too long. He's just a teeny wee bit spoiled.
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