So I'm laying in bed this morning....and I don't want to get up. Not even the tuna-morning-breath-funk that is Jeter breathing in my face got me motivated (Usually it motivates me to pick up his fuzzy ass and toss him out the door to allow myself "just 15 minutes" more of sleep. Har har.). Yogi bouncing up and down on my head and pulling my hair, however, seemed to do the trick.
But I really didn't want to move, actually. "Why bother?" I think to myself..."it's just the same old crap, day after day, week after week, year after year...". There was also: "And if I could just teleport these cats out of here...and WHY didn't I ever invest in one of those autofeeder thingies? My life would be so much easier in the mornings..."
Needless to say--I need a change of something, and I just don't know what yet. And no. I do not think the autofeeder thing will actually make my life easier...but it's a nice thought, eh?
(Obviously, I also got up and went to work. Not because I wanted to, but, well, someone has to pay my bills.)
I blinked and it was January..now it's almost freaking March. Is there anyway to slow down the clock? Seriously people..I'm not ready to for 2010 to be a quarter of the way over already!
Soooo, to pull myself out of my doldrums, I pre-ordered Chelsea Handler's new book on Amazon. (Yes-I work for a bookstore. No, not even my discount is THAT good.), but it won't be here until the week of March 15th. This, at least, gives me something to be happy about. It never fails--I forget I ordered something, and then it arrives and makes me as happy as a school girl.
Clearly I also forget I was also the one who paid for my own present, or I wouldn't be so damn excited. DUR.
I have to get up at the butt crack of dawn tomorrow----Yea for Inventory! (Actually--Yea for not having to be at work all day and maybe, just maybe, not being totally abused by the doctor's office. Boo, however, for having to have more blood work done because my first draw was sketch...and just to make sure I'm not dying of some weird freaky deeky disease, I get to go back and get stuck again.) And then I get to have a dose of culture. The Cherry Orchard is being put on at Butler--so a few of us are going...but first we get dinner at the Aristocrat..yum. Strongbow on tap!
Also something to be happy about? Yours truly is NOT working the day after March 17th.
Let that sink in, will ya. If you were me, wouldn't you be happy about this?
Yes. Yes you would be.
And a word of warning:
While not exactly a connoisseur of anything, really, I do know my way around Yogurt. Fruit on the bottom (my favorite), mixed up with bits in it, soy yogurt (NOT my favorite), fro-yo, and yummy, yummy extra think fat free Greek Yogurt (Trader Joe's is the best for smoothies--hands down! ). Now. Dannon and Yoplait, the giants of the American Yogurt Market have entered into the Greek Yogurt niche. My take? Dannon--with the fruit on the bottom (real fruit--and not too sweet) was pretty good. Yoplait? WTF Yopliat? WTF? Your "greek" yogurt may be one of the foulest things I have ever put in my mouth--and I've dated a lot of douchey guys...so that's saying something. Really. It was wallpaper paste with a pink tint that made me think of that stuff they put in your mouth for dental molds. Seriously people: Stay away from this crap! Unless you want to feed it to someone you don't like..and then, by all means--buy away....
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