Jun 02, 2010 20:29
INTERIOR: Work
Me: *Counts reeds*
Gibson: *Says random numbers in a joking attempt to throw me off*
Me: *before she can lose her place* I will punch you in the junk.
Gibson: *backing up* sorry...
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Mom took a joking, offhand comment about shampooing her carpets for cash seriously, and asked if I needed money for anything.
*good-natured sigh* No, Mom, we're okay. And I'll do stuff for you for free, just ask.
Yeah, I love my mom. She's never stopped worrying about me.
And we're financially okay, even after replacing the desktop computer. (I have a new credit card with a kick-butt APR. We also have stuff to sell on eBay. We're good.)
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Yes, I had a good run this morning.
I also had an oven baked sandwich from Falling-Blocks Pizza for supper. Whoops, there goes my calorie count!
Yes, I will have another run tomorrow morning. I want to visit Lucky and The Caesar Ducks again. And maybe the Mommy Muscle group will be there again, and I can be sociable. Kinda. (Who am I kidding, I'll be more likely to talk to the lil' ones.)
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Between the *mutter-mumble* calories from supper and this very good glass of Zinfandel, I'm ready to make up for last night's lousy slumber.
Here's hoping tomorrow finds me brighter-eyed. G'nite.
food,
wine,
co-workers,
exercise,
sleep,
work,
mom,
finances,
computer