Well I am just so grateful. I tell you what, I have quite a list!
I talked to my mommy on Sunday for two-and-a-half hours. I love my mommy. I miss her so much. Stupid Florida.
The boy one is home. He’s such a good kid. I love him, too.
Course, I love the people who are here all the time, too. Love my girls. Love them to bits. Smart-assed and foul-mouthed, we dunno where they get it, oh but how wonderful they are.
The Mister may have gotten frisky with me multiple times this morning when I was NOT ready to be awake OR frisky, but he did many kindnesses today. He peeled potatoes, drained potatoes, basted the bird, and did all the dishes. I should probably thrust myself upon him later. Ain’t nothin boring about 20 years of monogamy, I’m just sayin.
We spent the day in our pajamas. I am legit wearing pajamas and a cardigan. It’s a look. I have a clip in my hair. Like from the 90s. When you’re heavy into gravy AND I AM you hafta clear the path.
I am not wearing socks as the hot box is set on 76. Diva Furnace has given us some worry again, and what we do is not touch the thermostat. No touchy. No touchy, no worry.
I day drank. I night drink, too. Bubba got some plum brandy, which I am having the darndest time remembering the name of. Lemme ask him again. Slivovitz. If offered, you must try it.
I am typing this on my new keyboard. When my keyboard isn’t working, I can just plug this one in and type so nice. Since this keyboard fixes the problem, I will order a replacement keyboard for my lappy.
I do not go to work tomorrow. This flipped my happy switch like you would not believe. First, they said go home early on Wednesday and I said “OKAY!” Then they left and as we locked up, we realized we did not know when to return. I text to ask. I also text to ask about Columbus Day when no one else wanted to. I tell you what, the next “Do we have X off?” is on someone else. I don’t wanna be that girl. Also, maybe someone should calendar that stuff.
I didn’t think I cared if I worked tomorrow. Meh. The Mister works tomorrow, cause as he says, “Greed never takes a four-day.”
Sassy has swimming.
As it happens, I really did care about not working tomorrow. I’m giddy as can be!
I think it was the four-day thing. FOUR.DAYS. Last time I had four days off, I spent them looking for a job.
Gawd, I love my job.
Also, we had an ENORMOUS sheet cake — well, a whole sheet cake — in the office this week, and they were all, “Take the rest of the cake home,” and I was all, “OKAY!”
Cake is so happy. Ask yourself, when is the last time you saw your name in icing? Cause I mean to tell you, I could not recall. Let’s have more of that. Cake and our names in icing. I tell ya, next time I have a sad, Imma go to the bakery, pick a cake and tell the lady, “MY NAME IN ICING!”
I think I’ll finish my plum brandy and go lounge in the tub like I have all the time in the world.