Well, here we are. We are here. Life is trudging along and nothing horrible is happening.
I had my weekend. I invested several hours in cleaning, but other than that, I did what I wanted. What an awesome Daytona finish, huh? That was great. The gang got home by 6:30 Sunday evening. Natalie forgot her toothbrush. Par for the course around here. We bought a new one.
I had a crappy day at work. I got my feelings hurt (it takes a lot to hurt my feelings) and pouted the rest of the day. Kevin called and asked how I was doing. I said, "I'm pouting today." He said, "But tonight, Boston Legal is on, and there's beer at the house!" That made me feel better. He knows me so well. I've caught a good one.
Well, I have nothing important to say, and my husband said that the Manwiches are almost done. YeeeeHaaaa! I love those things. See ya later, procrastinator! (sorry, that's the first word that I came up with that rhymes with later.)
3 comments:
You didn't come up with "See ya later, masturbator!"?? I'm so disappointed in you, sis. Sorry you had a crummy day at work...I did too. I picked up a Peanuts BLT to go, and there is ALWAYS beer at home.
Russ
What happened to later gator? Sorry you had a crappy day at work, but actually I enjoyed the normalness of your entry. I've been reading so many deep, weighty issues. - Barbara
Russ made me choke laughing. Hahahaha....
We can commiserate.... my week (month?) has been less than fabu. ick.
:-p
~Amy
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