Sometimes people get on my nerves. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just got snippy with the cashier at Publix for no particular reason. Just because he was there, and he was on the other end of the piece of crap debit card machine that was making me late returning from my lunch hour. I probably should go back and apologize to him...maybe another day. If I went back today there's no telling what would happen or what I might say. For now, he's better off without my apology.
So there's this big dog and pony show happening here tomorrow and I'm having a hard time conjuring up any real concern over it. I'm not even dreading it like I typically dread any and all meetings. I just don't really care about it. That, my friends, should be a LARGE red flag. It could be the calm before the storm. I'm due for a complete hissy fit and who knows? It might just happen tomorrow during this all day fiasco. Stay tuned.
Speaking of tomorrow - it's my last day of work for a good long while. I am having shoulder surgery Wednesday and won't be back at work until after spring break. (Can I get an "amen?" Sad, I know.) It's a minor surgery and the physical therapy should be the worst part, but I'm so ready for the thing to quit hurting that I would do just about anything at this point. For the last two nights I have had strange dreams that relate to the upcoming procedure. For instance, in one dream, the surgeon thought he was supposed to amputate my arm so when I woke up I only had a shoulder remaining, and the shoulder was still hurting - so I was pissed. Not pissed because my arm was missing, but pissed because my shoulder still hurt.
I updated However365 last night. I'm totally impressed with myself for keeping up with this project. I would be even more impressed if I took every photo with the Nikon, but I'm trying to make it easy, so some of them are taken with the iPhone...not the best quality, but still a glimpse of the rock star life I lead. I know you appreciate the inside scoop.
Thanks so much for all of your sweet comments about Hank. Sissy even called to tell me I have such sweet friends. I already knew that, though. I really appreciate your support and encouragement for all of us, but especially for her. Thank you.
I may be absent for a bit due to my surgery and resulting
torture physical therapy, but I will try to tweet every now and then. I'm thinking Jen Lancaster is right when she says, "Twitter is the new CB radio." I'm getting hooked even though I don't say much. I do a whole lot of following and a good bit of researching trends and looking at tweets that my GPS finds near me. It's all fascinating. Especially if you are a big nerd like I am. If you're on Twitter, let me know in the comments so I can follow you. You can follow me, too, if you want: @howeveralthough, but like I said, I'm a little quiet. Not sure what that's about. I imagine that will change soon enough. (Insert same calm before the storm theory.)
Hey, does The Bachelor come on tonight? I think so! My mood just improved. (Even sadder, I know.) Maybe I should go see that cashier after all. Poor thing. He's probably still wondering what he did to make that woman with the Cheez-its and People go bat shit crazy on him.
(Yes, PJ, I bought a People just for you.)