1) Survived the week
2) Passed the audit
3) went to lunch then left the office
4) Got the girl's group shopping done
5) Went to the bank for Bubba...
side note here... when I went to the bank, teller knows me, it's all good, we chat I hand him the withdrawal slip he's reading and says, "Mr. X must be going to Vegas" It is now official - Bubba is going WAY to frequently if the bank teller can tell what the withdrawal is for!!! Really.
6) found a new back way to work, that shaves off a few traffic lights - that's a good thing.
7) Had a good lunch - unfortunately I am still enjoying it. Onions buried in anything are not my friends.
Now I'm packing up, heading out to listen to bad music for 3 hours and wonder what the devil is wrong with me... We'll have more time this weekend... I have to find a story I wrote about the day the satellite TV arrived at the house... vintage Bubba. You'll love it.
Later.
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