Shouldn't it be later in the week? It feels like it. Apparently I'm not doing my moving of cheese very well (it's a book who moved my cheese - about adapting to change positively) whatever...
Any who I am adapting. I should have access to the outside world next week. I will have internal access tomorrow - and my office mate is already forwarding email to me. My inbox will be full before I get on line! Yeesh.
I am also seeing I am going to be the heavy, fab-o. AND my office mate now is starting to get to the dirt of the office - better to hear it from him than step in it later.
On the home front things are quiet, I made Bubba help pack lunches tonight. We've been packing lunches because at my new office the cafe type place isn't that great and well I've got a some extra room in pants that didn't have room so I want to keep that. Don't ask me how - it just appeared - or disappeared as it were! Cool huh?
Bubba is watching hockey and I'm in here, dealing with email, watching TV shows I've missed... and its all good. He has promised to call his family so we can make plans for the weekend will be invaded for the entire weekend - or just Sunday? Either way - Butthead Bubba will come flaming out sometime Thursday night post phone call or Friday when his happy backside gets home. I won't matter that the cleaning lady was here this week, the kitchen will be a wreak until it's clean and that I will be the one who has made all the plans, shopped, cooked and tended to it all -- while he will pace about the house, grump at me at the most inopportune time about something totally minor and then think about an apology some time Tuesday.
I was looking forward to Friday why again?
Just wondering.
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