I'm in work hell at this moment. It's not my usual kickass Sunday crew, but rather a day I picked up being powerless to resist the $80.00 I'm going to make for 3 hours of work. I've been here for 12 minutes and I'm already regretting my choice. I'm stuck with a creepy security guard, 2 people who constantly repeat themselves, 1 person who insists that the library would literally crumble into a pile of rubble without her, and someone who has a difficult time with the alphabet. Eighty bucks...it's for the eighty bucks...There has got to be a better way to make some cash. Suggestions, anyone?
I've had an interesting weekend thus far beginning with a delightful night at the Sandbar with Shadetree and Petey. That would be a delightful night until I was suddenly hit with the realization that I had consumed a martini and 3 (or 4?) refreshing gin and tonics. I was well taken care of and learned a valuable lesson: a ginormous plate of steamed vegetables is not a hearty enough meal to pull off such a night of drinking. In a break-up-able offense, I even managed to spew chunks of undigested vegetables all over myself whilst sitting in the PARKED truck in my very own driveway. Thankfully, I managed to say some rather entertaining things which endeared myself to my companion. I'm fairly certain that someone will be unable to resist giving the top 5 "Erin Drunken Comments" to people. I'm sure you're all waiting with bated breath wondering what the hell I actually said. (Just remember, sweetheart, I have a trump card statement that I'm not afraid to use.) Last night lent itself to a laid-back grownup type night involving Trivial Pursuit, looking at knitting patterns online, and drinking a few glasses of wine. Good times.
Tonight I will pack my kitchen and this time I mean it.
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