Ten on Ten: An Exercise in Futility

Got this idea on Facebook. It was fun...for three hours. Then, my compulsive side took over and I was obligated to finish.

At 9:00am, I left the guys like this:

At 10:00am, I was in full-swing Monday mode:

At 11:00am, I couldn't wait any longer for my fix:

At 12:00pm, my dad brought me lunch (and I switched up my photo style):

At 1:00pm, Collin brought the baby in for his lunch:

At 2:00pm, the baby left. Yeah, I have the best job ever:

At 3:00pm, I was actually busy:

At 4:00pm, I ran out of crap to take pics of at work:

At 5:00pm, I got home (yay!):

At 6:00pm, I had just finished my workout with this ho:

And at 7:00pm, ten hours later, me and this guy sat down for a lovely dinner of a sandwich and Sun Chips:

Now, at about 5:00pm, Collin said to me: "Who really cares what you're doing every hour on the hour?" And while he was right, he deserves this:

He read this book to Tommy, last night. And he couldn't finish. Because he was CRYING. Weak.