Happy Fronday! That's Friday to everyone else, and Monday to me. And what a Fronday it has been. This weekend was spent giving a bunch of Buddhist monks a 3 hour tour of the jail site, washing the kitchen floor, discovering (okay, not discovering because we've all been skirting the puddle of water in the middle of said kitchen floor for the last week) that there is a leak in the kitchen sink, my roomy and I trying to fix said leak, trying to write, getting distracted by anything but... My to-do list is complete, and I even got to go on a lovely 6 mile hike. Okay, it was a walk. But it was on a dirt road, so shouldn't that count as a hike? No? But I was wearing hiking boots!
Where does that leave me on Monday/Friday/I don't even care what day it is? I actually woke up on time this morning! Only to be made late by trying to curl my hair/cover up the roots. It's been 8 weeks, and it was on my to-do list. It was the 1 item on my to-do list that did not get done, but I'm trying to forget that. The inch and a half of dark brown isn't letting me though. Bummer. So I was almost late. Not quite. I would have been, but that is totally to blame on the farmers fixing the sprinkler/irrigation/I don't know what on the road.
I got to have my 3 week check-in with my boss's boss, who says I'm great at the researching/remembering facts side of things. Maybe when I'm done here I'll get a job researching for a museum. That might be even more boring than this. What is that job title even called? Especially for a museum exhibit design company? My guess is I'll find out.
Now I want cake. But what's that, the cake is 1000 miles away at home and has Happy B-day Mom written on it? And will probably burn down because of all the candles? That much I'm kidding on. She has good enough lungs to blow them out before they burn down the house. Wish I was there. Happy Birthday Mom, I'm glad you were born. You probably would have whipped my butt on that hike, if you weren't staring at all of the pretty birdies.
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