Earlier this morning I was talking to my boss about something and I thought that today was Monday.
Monday? It’s Wednesday. What the hell, Robert?
Later this afternoon I was working through something with two of my staff members and I thought today was Friday.
Friday? It’s Wednesday. What the hell, Robert?
Why doesn’t my internal calendar work anymore.
Those tacos I made for dinner looked like regular tacos. They were not. They were special.
The taco meat inside the taco? You thought it was ground beef. No, it was not ground beef.
It was bison.
Oh yeah, you read that right. I just made bison tacos for dinner.
Why yes, I am a bad ass (culinarily speaking).
Happy vehicle inspection day. I’m only three months late. Sorry.
I almost had to take some sick time off of work this afternoon. I wasn’t sick though.
Before work started this morning I threw in a load of laundry. Specifically, I washed our bed sheets. It took half the work day to get through it all because things got really busy for a while there. By 3:00 or so that load of laundry was done and I brought it upstairs and quickly made the bed.
The sheets had gone straight from the dryer onto the bed and they were so warm and happy and wonderful that I almost told Jen that we had to both take the afternoon off sick so that we could just get into bed and go to sleep in the warm and happy and wonderful newly cleaned sheets.
We didn’t though.
Total missed opportunity, if you ask me.
Maybe I’ll wash the sheets again tomorrow, what with it being Saturday and all.
Sounds like a plan.
It’s a lucky Friday… sort of. Not really. I am being a little sarcastic.
Last Friday I was super sick with a stomach issue. Today we get hit with a big scary issue at work that has lots of people in a near panicked state.
When I say I am lucky what I mean is I am lucky it happened today and not last Friday when I was a mess all day.
Whew, right??
VP debate night.
Robert will not be watching.
Nazis piss me off.
It’s been a tick, right?
Haiku used to be a thing.
I should bring them back.
They really are twice the fun, you know?
In new MacBook news, I am currently loading a Time Machine (that’s Apple lingo, dudes) back up from my old computer onto the new computer. It’s been running for about two hours and it’s telling me I have 15 hours left. Epic.
Note, it’s not going to take 15 hours. It’s just saying that.
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