...a continuation of today's earlier e-mail.
With it being Christmas and all we were assigned secret sistas, which was a delight. Encouragement was a theme throughout the day, although it got a little too much too handle at some times. Pretty notes and free gifts of candy were passed around sporadically, you could say the Christmas cheer was alive in the Main Store at Ozark.
Since I have no life, I spent my day off at the store but really all I did was chit chat and enjoy the use of my cellular device. I also drank another slushie-it's like store girl crack!
Attached to this email you will see a picture of just the tiniest (spelling of that is questionable) part of the waterfront but it just gives you a taste of Ozark for those of you who have no clue.
So I know how yall must feel about me not updating yall about Ozark Gossip, so here I go.
'ol girl (as dear old Hannah likes to call people)...'ol girl who fell off the horse yesterday has Been rumored to be ok, however, it's been on the hush hush which has led to accusations of the situation to be much more serious.
During ChrisMash a little girl who's stomach obviously couldn't handle the excitement of Christmas Dinner literally exploded the remnant all over the store porch...and I'm not talking about vomit. For those of you with a weak stomach, or those of you who just have a genuine affection for children, please skip the next couple of sentences. This girl pooped on the steps of the porch and conveniently right in front of the toilet in the bathroom. It was described as a pile of horse poop and I took that as an exageration all the way up to the point that I went in and took a look for myself. Definitely not an exageration cuz that's exactly what it looked like. That really started to spark some doubt in my mind about being a preschool teacher....
Other than that, ozark has been pretty light.
New Moon was a pleasure to watch, as always, and I am incredibly excited (I lied, I'm not that excited) to go see Eclispe next Tuesday, but hey I get to leave this place.
Well it's officially 2:05 a.m. So I guess my grandma phase of going to bed at 11 every night has finally ended. It was fun while it lasted.
Till tomorrow, goodnight. Or goodnorning. Whatever floats your rubber ducky. (I bet you thought I was going to say boat)... Always expect the unexpected with me. I'll surprise ya everytime.
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