Next Week ... I Might Have Some Issues

The plan of the day was to do nothing!  Well.... I succeeded!  I am not sure how going back to work next week will effect my new interest of doing nothing.  I think it might interfere a bit. 

Next week I will be expected to be up and at work by 7:15 and today I drug myself out of bed at 11ish. (I put the "ish" on the end to clarify that it was after the eleven o'clock hour and could very well have been pretty close to 12:00).  

Next week I will be expected to be dressed and groomed.  Today I wore sweats and a bathrobe.... but I am pretty sure I brushed my teeth, so I view that as an accomplishment.  And to be fair, I wonder if the fact that I succeeded in doing nothing - as that was my plan - is, infact, another accomplishment?

Next week I will be expected to be alert and friendly.  Today, I forgot I was toasting Eggo's, until I smelled something burning... and I yelled at Judge Judy. Ooh!  And the news for telling us again for the 20th time that a house blew up today.  I HEARD THEM THE FIRST TIME!

Next week might be a challenge for me.  

A Good Day

These are my thoughts... If I can manage to make all but one person happy during the day when I have helped around 50 people..... then I will call that a good day!

Was I on drugs while buying music?

What is this crap on my ipod?!?! Did this use to be music and it somehow warped into this weird crazy beat and what ever those instruments are.  Every other word is "shit "and something about "walking on a tight rope".  Here I am, all chilling out, working on the computer and listening to some music when some really weird and somewhat disturbing music comes on.  I hope I didn't pay for this! 

Sleepy time with an ipad in your face

I got an ipad for Christmas!  Now I blog from bed.  Dennis should have thought this through better! :)

Dreaming about Zombies

I had a dream that while I was going to get something out of my car, I noticed a Zombie in our garage. I quickly closed and locked the door and then told Dennis:

me: There's a zombie in the garage.

Dennis: What?!? Ewww! How did he get in?

me: Yeah eww! I have no idea. I didn't send him an invitation!

He does nothing.

me: Well, you are going to have to get it out of there, the kids will be home soon.

Dennis: I don't want to. They freak me out!

me: Well he can't just hang out there! They eat the rubber off my tires! Didn't you have the house sprayed? Maybe he will groom himself and die somewhere!

Dennis: ugh! We'res the zombie spray and rubber gloves!?