That’s right. Give me a finite period of time, and I can cope with anything. So, like a mantra, today I kept repeating to myself “3 more days”. In just 3 glorious days, I will be on vacation. HA HA HA HA HA HA! Yes, I am close to hysterics, but that should only serve as proof of how much I need a vacation. Soon, work will be but a distant and almost painless memory, at least for 9 days. In the meantime, I think I’ll go fire up that margarita machine…
That’s right! In 5 more days, I will officially be on vacation. Hooray! Even better, Brian and Courtney will be here for a long visit. I can’t wait! In the meantime, I will slave every day at work, but it’s ok, since I can see the light at the end of the tunnel! Kevin is busy “fixing” things around the house, which would explain his suspicious absence when I got home from work today. I’m assuming he went to Home Depot….Meanwhile, I’ve been bitten by the Spring Cleaning bug, which ought to hold me until the summer. I’m sure you’ve all known women who shop, garden, or eat ice cream by the gallon when they’re mad. Me, I scrub floors. Don’t worry, it’s nothing Kev has done. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you just can’t leave work at work. Hence, sparkling floors, countertops, closets, cabinets. You name it, I’ve scrubbed it this week. It sure is nice to be able to channel bad moods into something useful!
Yes, it’s true. My husband is the Ticketmaster, and we are now going to our millionth Buffett concert. I can’t wait! In the meantime, I am trying to download stuff from Morpheus, and I must now register my complaint with the Preview version. I liked the old one much better, and I certainly hope that the Preview really isn’t a sneak peek into what I can expect. Of course, I really shouldn’t be griping at all, since it’s free, but I got spoiled. So now it’s back to free downloads, no matter how much of a pain it is. I guess I’ll have to console myself with visions of parrotheads.
It has come to my attention that the Reading List feature is a little hard to find. Well, if you’ve made it this far, you’re almost there. Just click the blue Merrin Donahue bar, and a drop-down menu magically appears! Voila, there’s the Reading List. Now quit reading this, and check out the list for March. Go on. Really. Now. I’m not kidding. Go!
No, I have never read the note. I HAVE known about it for years, but I always figured it was playing with fire to read it. I mean, it’s the “Just In Case” note, right? I’ve cashed in enough karma coupons without having to spend those, too. So I go about my every day business, and I hardly even remember it’s there. But it IS nice to know that someone loves me that much. And, by the way, Kev’s sappiness is one of the main reasons I married him. That, and his sense of humor. And his good looks. And his charm. And his ability to keep me on my toes. See? I could go on and on for days, but I think I better stop here before he gets a big(ger) head.
It seems that every time Kevin posts something, it is my duty to refute it, or at the very least, provide an alternate viewpoint. For as much as we’re alike, some fundamental differences remain. For example, he’s a REPUBLICAN! OUCH! But at least I’m used to being in that particular minority since I am the lone black sheep Democrat in my family. In addition, I think that the toll tag McDonald’s thingy is a great idea, and I would love something similar for Starbucks. Ha! Finally, Hallmark does not own me, as it would stand to reason that by my excessive purchases of greeting cards, I own THEM. Right? The Santa stamps are cute, too, and I buy them every year, just like I buy the Love stamps for Valentine’s day, and Flag stamps in May and July. Oh sweet Jesus! When did I turn into a GIRL????? Excuse me, I have to go pluck my eyebrows. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Oh yeah, check out the reading list…I updated it for March. I’ll try to put some not-so-girly books on there next month.
Okay, so I began using lip balm at the tender age of 10. And it’s true that I cannot go to sleep at night until I apply a fresh layer of lip balm. This does not make me an addict. I can quit anytime, just not today. Besides, after the week I had, I need a little comfort at the end of the day. Remember, I love my job, but sometimes it really sucks to be the person in charge of everything. One of my co-workers gave me a brilliant idea, though. She said I should become a corporate motivation consultant, which I have to agree, I would be pretty fabulously suited for. In the meantime, though, I’ll keep on selling books, firing people, and dashing peoples’ hopes of promotion. What a good time!
Finally, in an effort to stem the boredom tide, I had the girls over last night for a minor party. Poor Kev, coming home to a houseful of less than sober females. Rough life for him.