Busy Tuesday
My day started out with the usual work, then I had to take lunch and get ready to head into the office for my meeting with my boss. I had a stroke of genius (or it felt like it at that particular moment), and I found the perfect pants to pair with my new Mario Bologna shoes so that they could make their public debut. (I looked positively smashing, btw...hehe) So I headed out to the car, and what do I see? Flat tire. Great. I sent Pooh over to the store to grab a can of Fix-A-Flat to get me on my way.
I was only about five minutes late for my meeting, so it was no big deal. My boss was more interested in the potential story angle of the roadwork causing me two flat tires (I got one a few weeks ago, too) - and whatever other damage it's been doing to the other residents of my little hamlet. That's the news business for ya. As expected, my boss said that his boss wants me in the office but is willing to compromise. My boss will be presenting a plan to have me in the office twice a week, after school starts. I can deal with that. I've been feeling a wee bit guilty that I've totally skipped out on the office lately anyway. There's no real need to have me there, but I'm so cocooned here, I'm feeling a bit like a hermit. (Some guy in a passing car whistled as I walked out of the office. I should probably feign indignance....)
I got back to work as soon as I got home, and I talked the girls into finally cleaning up their mess in the living room by promising to take them to the fair if they finished it. (No, I don't usually use bribery, but I was planning to take them anyway. I just thought I'd get them to do what they were supposed to do as a little bonus.) They did. And we went. It was overpriced and completely boring. We left after three hours. What a waste that was. Gin even said it wasn't worth cleaning. We'll be going back on Saturday, because the company picnic is being held there, but at least it will be free then. Some nasty carnie made a crude pass at me, and I was cringing. The lines were long. Good food though. Good baaaaad food!
I was waiting for Munch (on a ride) and Gin (off to get cotton candy) when my cell phone rang. It was a "+44" number. That got me smiling! And imagine my delight at discovering that someone found worthy of a transatlantic phone call. Just a call to say *hello* and *I'm thinking of you*. Isn't that sweet? And he's coming all the way here just to see me too. Imagine that....
Both of my girls have broken out in a mysterious rash. Munch's is worse than Gin's, but neither seems to have gotten any worse since last night. They don't have a fever, and it's not itchy. Just one of those weird childhood things, I guess. We're just watching it now.
I was only about five minutes late for my meeting, so it was no big deal. My boss was more interested in the potential story angle of the roadwork causing me two flat tires (I got one a few weeks ago, too) - and whatever other damage it's been doing to the other residents of my little hamlet. That's the news business for ya. As expected, my boss said that his boss wants me in the office but is willing to compromise. My boss will be presenting a plan to have me in the office twice a week, after school starts. I can deal with that. I've been feeling a wee bit guilty that I've totally skipped out on the office lately anyway. There's no real need to have me there, but I'm so cocooned here, I'm feeling a bit like a hermit. (Some guy in a passing car whistled as I walked out of the office. I should probably feign indignance....)
I got back to work as soon as I got home, and I talked the girls into finally cleaning up their mess in the living room by promising to take them to the fair if they finished it. (No, I don't usually use bribery, but I was planning to take them anyway. I just thought I'd get them to do what they were supposed to do as a little bonus.) They did. And we went. It was overpriced and completely boring. We left after three hours. What a waste that was. Gin even said it wasn't worth cleaning. We'll be going back on Saturday, because the company picnic is being held there, but at least it will be free then. Some nasty carnie made a crude pass at me, and I was cringing. The lines were long. Good food though. Good baaaaad food!
I was waiting for Munch (on a ride) and Gin (off to get cotton candy) when my cell phone rang. It was a "+44" number. That got me smiling! And imagine my delight at discovering that someone found worthy of a transatlantic phone call. Just a call to say *hello* and *I'm thinking of you*. Isn't that sweet? And he's coming all the way here just to see me too. Imagine that....
Both of my girls have broken out in a mysterious rash. Munch's is worse than Gin's, but neither seems to have gotten any worse since last night. They don't have a fever, and it's not itchy. Just one of those weird childhood things, I guess. We're just watching it now.
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