New Eyelashes, originally uploaded by smooth_d.
Coco and Jen are happy to be drinking, originally uploaded by smooth_d.
The highlights of past, present and future:
-I think I got a drink named after me down at The Strip Club. Originally suggested Angie Bee, because it’s based off the Honey Bee, I may go back and suggest Smooth Dee. That was Jeremy’s idea. It’s a delicious, delicious drink.
-The Association stuff seems to be turning around and I may not actually have to commit myself into the loony bin. I don’t want to get into too much detail because it’s boring, confusing and always gets me worked up to talk about the crappy parts. I also don’t want to jinx it all by talking about it.
-The eyelashes, of course. They’re fabulous. Thanks, jeNC17!
-Martini Tour at LoTo tomorrow with Lesley who has moved to St Paul recently to class up the joint.
-The Wicker Man at Bunny and Coco’s last night. It was amazing and hilarious and crazy and stupid. I loved it. Almost as much as I loved the pretzel and marshmallow wicker man center piece, which I didn’t eat because marshmallow? Mm-Mm. No.
-It hit 41 degrees earlier this week.
Some lowlights of past, present and future:
-It hit -4 this morning. Hey, winter, we get it but we’re over you now. At least lend some consistency to your madness. Teasing us with 41 before slapping us with -4 is what drives people to do crazy, crazy things. Like, defiantly wear a skirt sans tights this morning. WTF was I thinking?
-The Association stuff. What’s the good if there isn’t a bad? I don’t like being underestimated because I’m female, being conned (or attempted, anyway) or not being listened to. If I tell you not to call me during my work day, I don’t really see why that’s so hard to follow. Not before 5pm on weekdays does not mean at 9:30 every morning. 8:15 on Sundays is also listed under Unacceptable.
-Speaking of… Association meeting tomorrow afternoon. It’s going to be a rough one, followed by dinner at TSC and aforementioned martini tour.
-Had drinks with the big brother the other night. Learned interesting news. I know this is probably along the lines of “tattling” (oh boo hoo) but perhaps my father should brace himself for that phone call. It involves a Uhaul. Who knows though, perhaps my lecture, berating and disappointment changed his mind. Doubtful though, because I tend to not know what the hell I’m talking about.
-We’re preparing to have the rows of cubicles moved closer to each other to make room for more rows. Our comfortable 10 feet or so will be reduced to about 4. Holy moly. Four feet? I can smell your socks from that distance, and listen to your phone conversations, and now there will be no buffer between me and the baby with the smelly diaper you’ll probably bring in.
-My dishwasher is not draining. This is probably the worst of all, because I’m handwashing my dishes and now I’ll have to waste an entire afternoon waiting on a repairman to show up in the 8 hour time frame I know they’ll give me only to tell me they can’t fix it that day, or something. And then charge me my left leg for it.
So, there’s that.
On the plus side, it’s totally Friday today and I’ll have a three day weekend next week. Woo.
