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Every man of genius sees the world at a different angle from his fellows, and there is his tragedy.


Sharks patrol these waters. July 2010.

So here we are back again at Theme Thursday, and the Gods submitters have been kind to me with this week’s theme.

You see, I started a new job on Monday. Thus far – and despite the fact that I have picked up a nasty little cold – I am finding it an immeasurable improvement on the last one. Granted, this can be likened to the assertion that one much prefers not having viral meningitis than having viral meningitis, but the point should not be diminished.

You see, I don’t need HELP.

For the first time in a long, long while I don’t want to lean back at the end of the day and scream “HELP!”

Thus, to tie up the theme with the image: today I am luxuriating in bubbles, warm water and having my back sponged by a beautiful lady. Three weeks ago was more like this.

Comments

Roddy said…
When did you my son embrace religion?
The bubbles look like they are about to take over the world.
Brian Miller said…
so you get sponge baths with this new job? nice...

congrats on the new gig...
Roy said…
Huh! Nice gig if the beauty and the bubbles come with it! Heh, heh.
I love the photo. The kids look like they are having so much fun. Congratulations on the new job. Holy smokes, everyone should be given sponge baths instead of work.
Betsy Brock said…
congrats on the new job....my hubs started one, too and feels the same way. ha.

Adorable kiddos in the tub there! ;)
RA said…
Congrats on the new job! Sponge baths, eh? Little by little you can try adding a service of strawberries and champagne in your bathroom theme as well.... :D
Baino said…
Well congratubloodylations. Must be the month for new beginnings. Ezra is so going to bump his head on that tap and there'll be tears before bedtime. Keep your fingers crossed that I won't need HELP at work either. Start the newbie on 9th August.
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all, the new job is going beautifully!
tony said…
life Is Good!
Leeuna said…
wow, sounds like you got everybody's dream job. Congratulations. Here's wishing you lots of bubbles and fun. :)
moondustwriter said…
Ok so now I need a bubble bath to ease the tension.

Happy for your new job!!!

Have a gr8 wkend
Anonymous said…
Looks like Munchkins in the bath to me.
Kris McCracken said…
It is not so much a ‘dream job’ in as much as a ‘different job’. The last one and I were like a disintegrating and vicious couple. We no good for each other. Like most deteriorating relationships, I am convinced that it was all HER fault.

That said, independent parties agree that she was no good for anybody. She was a right cow who only ever thought about herself.
Roddy said…
Unfortunately Kris, we are all selfish in our own way. Jobs can at times be extremely demanding. One thing about working with inanimate objects is that they are less demanding. Occasionally mind numbingly frustrating but rarely demanding.

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