Work...stinks, yeah, stinks

So, I had to close last night and open this morning. Taxes changed in Fargo today. Went down by .05. That means I had to change everything in our computer as well as running all of the reports for June. Suck. So, I had to come in early (after closing last night) and then...about 10:15-10:30, my closer walks in and tells me her mom's been in a car wreck. Of course I tell her to go to her family. There's no way I'm going to make her work. However, little do I think... It's Saturday night, so everyone who's not already working has major plans... So, I got off of work at about two and am going back at six. Suck. Oh well, in a way, I brought it on myself. For the rest of the ness...I'll talk about Isaac, simply because he asked my mom to write an entire entry about it. This isn't an entire one, but it'll be most of one. Let's see. Ike is about 5'12 and pretty skinny-ish. We were (I think) great friend the end of high school and still talk sometimes. He's one of the friendliest people I've ever met and has that amazing ability to make people laugh. Granted, sometimes, his stories don't make much sense to most people, but once you understand that about him, it just makes him all that more interesting. His mom is Amy and she likes to laugh and dad (step) is Troy and he's cool too. Then, there's the siblings: Philip, Eduardo, and...Lynae (I don't remember...but I remember there's a cousin or something named Elle or some whatnot like that). He really does love peanut butter and eats it way too much. Hey, I know you're reading this...Have you ever tried mixing peanut butter and vanilla (or chocolate) ice cream together? I had a friend in college who did that. Weird. The only other thing I'm going to say is that he forgot his sunglasses at the Henry-Luedtke-Yost house during our visit to Texas and when he came back to get them, I was stuck outside talking to someone who was about to make me cry...Ugh...Dumb people. So, I hope you all enjoyed learning about my friend. Now I'm gonna go and make a b-day card for another friend. Oh yeah, everyone who's gotten this far: send me your b-day. I love them and love celebrating them, but obviously can't if I don't know what your birthday is. God loves you and so do I. (I'm eating cinnamon bites)