Traffic this morning - well there were a LOT of folks in front of me - and for the hour I left there really shouldn't have been ..
So get to work, handle the 15 minutes worth of actual work waiting for me, make another hours worth of work - ignore the need to clean off my desk and we've gotten to ... 11:30 AM. What to do with the rest of the day... I have gotten the girls' group paper work organized, resisted the temptation to clean off my desk, ran to Target for dinner side dish, and got some pop - it called me and it's cheaper than the vending machine, and we are now to 2:15.
Shoot me.
Boss is here - but he's in closed door meetings all day so I could be in Pittsburgh for all he's noticed me. And that boys and girls is a good thing. But not the lack of work. I am not complaining about being bored - oh no - we did that and boy did it bit us in the backside... nope not complaining.
Actually right now I'm wondering how to listen to the loud discussion in the office next to mine without standing at the door or standing at my wall with a drinking glass (btw coffee cup doesn't work) What? Like you wouldn't try it - yeah yeah lie me. You so would.
Tonight brings the promise of left overs (I have cooked all week - I know!!) and the beloved "wintery-mix" By the way doesn't that sound like a DJ name for Nome, Alaska radio? Just wandered didn't I? Any way... as such with Mr. Mix promising to muck up the Friday morning drive in-- Aunt Ing will be home. Working yes but home. (and no comments about the working part) And with me being home - we will have Chinese chicken lettuce wraps - with proper Szechan sauce.
The weekend thus far looks like - me with a couple of hours with the girls, and Bubba working Saturday. Sounds like fun doesn't it? ;-) Stay tuned there is always the potential of Bubba to do something interesting with his time off...
Wintery Mix here in Nome - its January guess what Alaska? It's snowing and it's going to keep snowing snuggle up with a loved one and this hot lick.... (I need help)
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