That's me

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Don't expect much anything from me for awhile. Just one question: do you suppose I'm burning calories doing this?

Comments

Family Adventure said…
The anxiety induced by looking at that stack of paper must burn some calories.

Weight loss through fear. That's got to be a first!

Good luck!

Heidi
April 11, 2008 at 9:13 AM
K. said…
Yes. And it counts double if it's really boring.
April 11, 2008 at 9:14 AM
Peggy Sez.. said…
Only if you exhale on the exertion...;p
But seriously can you see my house from there?
April 11, 2008 at 11:28 AM
Tui Snider said…
Hang in there and don't get any papercuts!
April 11, 2008 at 11:49 AM
Mrs. G. said…
I would say that stack represents at leat 1200 WW points.
April 11, 2008 at 12:52 PM
JessTrev said…
I swear I just read that doing only 20 mins of exercise a week *including housework as exercise* is good enough to boost your mental health. Egads I hate the morass of paperwork in my own life. May you wade through it well.
April 11, 2008 at 12:55 PM
Mary Alice said…
Those papers are making me thirsty.
April 11, 2008 at 9:00 PM
Sojourner said…
Yuck! Poor Bear. I hope the calories just fly away with those stacks.
April 11, 2008 at 10:58 PM
Sojourner said…
Yuck! Poor Bear. I hope the calories just fly away with those stacks.
April 11, 2008 at 10:58 PM
Mike Golch said…
better you than me.i did feel like that when I was working as a realestate agent.{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}
April 12, 2008 at 2:32 PM
Gina said…
Isn't it terrible that paper can ruin a perfectly nice spring weekend? I hope you get through your stack quickly.
April 12, 2008 at 2:34 PM
BipolarLawyerCook said…
It would be nice, wouldn't it? I am hungrier after some hard mental work than I ever was playing collegiate field hockey. Good luck!
April 14, 2008 at 3:21 PM
Anonymous said…
Oh perfect picture, that's how I often feel! Oh, gosh, burning calories, wouldn't that be brilliant!!!
April 17, 2008 at 4:59 PM
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