I'll be the first one to admit I have very little going on in my life. I don't have a real job, I don't have kids, I'm not caring for an elderly relative or doing a crapload of volunteer work or anything. And yet somehow I manage to always be saying "I didn't have time to get everything done I wanted to" I'm not sure if that's because I really am busy or if it's because I do a lot of stuff that is stupid and pointless while I procrastinate the important things or if I just over-schedule myself.
My crowning glory right now is that I was in my pool 7 days in a row. No, not 24-7. That would have made pruny fingers
the least of my worries. But I did dip at least once each day for 7 days. That streak came to an end today. I opted for a 3 hour nap instead.
Company was fun, especially the non-pedophile high school girls weekend. The time with Bran Flake wasn't even all that bad. She's a little more active than I am, and we didn't do a whole lot of entertainment stuff, but it wasn't bad. Oh, except for one thing. One of the high school friends is pregnant... she announced it here... so I emailed Flake (who earned her flaky nickname) and she got all excited and emailed a congratulations note TO THE WRONG GRANDMOTHER-TO-BE. *sigh* And not even like she accidentally just put in the wrong email address. I had written the email saying who was knocked up, and mom read the email but her brain didn't read the name I had typed. Guh. I need to quit talking to that woman. She's so airheaded about everything unrelated to her own grandchildren (and even then, one of them is by far the favorite. I haven't figured out yet if it's cuz she was the first grandchild or if it's because she's a girl or some other stupid reason, but definitely favorite grandchild. I'm so glad I don't have children who would need to compete for grandma's love)
The rest of our summer is going to be insane. I'm going to be out of town almost more than I'm going to be home. *sigh* Not really looking forward to this at all. This is about the time I start to consider getting a real job just so I have something to force me to stay home. Someone just shoot me now and take me out of my misery.
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