All I can say is thank God tomorrow's a holiday and then I have five days of work and then the week after will be a short one because of Thanksgiving. Yup, I'm back to living from one day off to the next. What a worker this one is...
So last Sunday morning Mike and I went to IHOP for breakfast (because I'm friggin' worth it). I was the only one who ordered coffee and our waitress--let's call her "Juanita"--set down this bowl of creamers in front of me.
"Oh, that's not going to be nearly enough," I told her, because yes, everything is a joke to me.
She returned a minute later with this.
I'm not exactly sure whether or not she knew I was kidding, but either way, that made my day.
Speaking of everything's a friggin' joke to me, I bought these Sponge Bob pajamas in Ross the other night when I was supposed to be shopping for work clothes. I know--as if I'm not sexy enough!
I like to keep Mike's kids wondering about me, like what kind of a whack job got involved with their father, anyway? The 6-year-old loved them.
Her: "I have Sponge Bob pajamas, too, Linda."Niiiiiice.
Me: "They're pretty cool, huh?"
Her: "Yeah, and someday I'll have two Sponge Bob pajamas."
Me: "You will?"
Her: "Yeah, you know. I can have yours when you're duh-duh-duh..."
Hope you have tomorrow off, too! Don't forget to hug a vet!