I was very glad this week ended. It was another week of non-stop surprises. Next week, I hope to catch up on my work. However, the boss is on vacation, and I'm the lead next week, and she also gave me responsibility of reading her emails. Hooah.
The week ended marvelously, though. When 6 o'clock rolled around, I tried to beat feet out of the office, but to no avail, I still had a tad bit more to do at work, as I promised a coworker I would make data and voice ports hot. Come 6:30, I was able to leave, so I headed out to Woodland to hang with my friends. The beer was plentiful, the food delicious. Little A was adorable, even though he was a sick li'l puff. I held him a few times and at one point he tipped his head back, summoned forth the power of all the little head colds in the world and then threw his head forward and released a snotty sneeze onto my arm, his face landing right on my arm.
As a result, I will either have good luck for two weeks, or a virulent disease that only adorable little angels can deliver.
The evening was quite pleasant, despite the unforgiving heat.
I feel tired now, the following morning. I went to bed, and was awoken by my two cats engaging in some strange little kinky power struggle. Both cats are most assuredly de-balled, but Sascha was mounting Maximus. And I don't think Maximus was into it.
Nor was I, for that matter, it was nearly four frickin' o'clock in the ayy-frickin'-emm. I unceremoniously separated the cats and gave them the stink eye gaze that said, "Y'all want to shut the fuck up the easy way, or the hard way?" and then I rolled over and went back to sleep.
Now to head out to Mom's to help her do a few things around the house. She's also feeling social and wants to have dinner with me.
*Mundane update, in case anyone forgot.
The week ended marvelously, though. When 6 o'clock rolled around, I tried to beat feet out of the office, but to no avail, I still had a tad bit more to do at work, as I promised a coworker I would make data and voice ports hot. Come 6:30, I was able to leave, so I headed out to Woodland to hang with my friends. The beer was plentiful, the food delicious. Little A was adorable, even though he was a sick li'l puff. I held him a few times and at one point he tipped his head back, summoned forth the power of all the little head colds in the world and then threw his head forward and released a snotty sneeze onto my arm, his face landing right on my arm.
As a result, I will either have good luck for two weeks, or a virulent disease that only adorable little angels can deliver.
The evening was quite pleasant, despite the unforgiving heat.
I feel tired now, the following morning. I went to bed, and was awoken by my two cats engaging in some strange little kinky power struggle. Both cats are most assuredly de-balled, but Sascha was mounting Maximus. And I don't think Maximus was into it.
Nor was I, for that matter, it was nearly four frickin' o'clock in the ayy-frickin'-emm. I unceremoniously separated the cats and gave them the stink eye gaze that said, "Y'all want to shut the fuck up the easy way, or the hard way?" and then I rolled over and went back to sleep.
Now to head out to Mom's to help her do a few things around the house. She's also feeling social and wants to have dinner with me.
*Mundane update, in case anyone forgot.