The devil is in the details

By devil, I mean Matt, of course.

This is a minor post, but I like to think of it showing that Matt has his grubby paws in all things large and small.

Yesterday, in my disguise as an educational worker, I had to escort a group of students to a competition. After we returned, I found out that I had a bunch of paperwork to complete by Monday. So there I say, working for three hours on this stuff, instead of enjoying the freedom that is my normal Saturday.

I'd like to think that Matt had something to do with all this. He's involved, I can just feel it. He's slowing down my crusade to stop all of his viscious plans. And he's making life boring for me, to boot.

Grrrr.