So! I am off work for four glorious days. YAYAYAYAYAY.
Today, I slept in until 9:30. And yes, it was glorious. Even with the weird dreams (is it from the new Lexapro, the nightly Ambien or has even my subconscious had enough of me dreaming about payroll?). Sleeping in is one of those rare times when I guiltily think “Ya know, if the whole b-a-b-y thing had happened, you’d be awake right now…” and then I roll back over. True story.
Speaking of the nightly Ambien, I am sleeping so well. I have it on good authority from multiple doctors that it is not habit forming to take it every night. My routine is that I take it around 9 or 9:30, then go on Pogo and play a little Twilight Canasta. It’s twilight because I play against a vampire. No, it’s because I’m barely awake by the end of the game. I have also killed a little time linking to people on LinkedIn. I logged into my account yesterday evening before dinner and found that I had a 75% accuracy rate of linking to the correct people. (My only ‘miss’ was from friending the wrong Guy Named Mike at another payroll company. Whatevs, he still accepted me).
Work is…well, it’s work. Nothing new on the new job frontier, but I may change positions at my current place sometime this year. May. I’d rather find a nice payroll manager job somewhere (preferably where I don’t have to actually manage people), but, again, whatevs.
The hounds are lovely as always…Betty, while a tugboat like me, is still the healthiest of the three. Scooby has a permanent case of the Itchies and Sadie has a case of Whipworm. Neither condition prevents them from running around, having fun, and nagging us to death for treats. I’m writing this from the backyard and I just realized I smell something. I’m going to cross my fingers and hope that our neighbors have fertilized something.
(Not that you asked, but our neighbors built a beautiful potting shed in their backyard…it is literally the prettiest structure in our neighborhood. If they had a bathroom and wifi and it were at the beach, they could charge $2000/week to rent it).
Today I turned 35. I’m wearing capris and I just noticed that my left shin looks an awful lot like my Grandma M’s. Off and on, my hands look like hers. I think the lesson here is that I’m finally old enough to moisturize without fear of turning into a pepperoni pizza. Then again, my new bathrobe arrived Tuesday and I was inordinately excited about it. Perhaps I really am just 35 going on 90.
In a little while, Gene and I are going to lunch, then he takes an exam and I go to the Talbots outlet nearby. Then home to chill out for a few hours (perhaps a disco nap?) and then a late dinner and The Hunger Games. We have to get in line about 90 minutes early.
Tomorrow, I have an appointment that I’m looking pretty forward to. Maybe I will update afterwards with a small piece of good news. Then again, maybe I already told you about this and you’ll all think, “What? Your boob job? Yeah, you already told us about this. Loser.”
(It’s not a boob job. If there were a Salvation Army for extra boob I’d be the top donor).
(Also, Hi Dad and Bill and sorry to make you read the last few sentences).
Saturday I’m hanging out with Denise. I don’t know what we’ll be up to but there’s a better than average chance salsa will be involved. Fingers crossed!