Every day, my 12th grade twins give me a toy to bring to work. I send home pictures of how the toy is "helping" me, and then save them to this blog. (OK, obviously, we are not really doing this anymore. Teenagers, amiright?) It definitely makes work more fun. For me -- I can't speak for the poor toy. Please do not use any of my images or writing without contacting me for permission.
Our morning started out well, with a fire truck zipping by, SF Giants flag a-flowing and the sirens a-blaring. (You can't see it in the photo, but this is a ring with a smiley face.)
And then we had meetings and were never seen again. :(
And then we had meetings and were never seen again. :(
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