What a morning.
My dog hates rain. She will go outside under the canopy of the porch, but she won't leave the porch. And she won't "go potty". Ugh. How does one make a dog go potty? Who knows. Apparently coaxing works better than threatening.
Who ever taught people that driving in the rain means going 3 miles per hour? I understand that water makes the road slick(er), and that you're supposed to slow down...but that does NOT mean crawl. Ugh. Northern VA drivers suck.
And then there's work. There is a huge meeting today and my boss sent out an email, probably as I was walking out the door, asking us to "dress a notch above your usual high standard" and I wore khakis. I didn't get the email until I walked in this morning. It's been a slow and rough start to the day. I actually thought about wearing black pants, but of course they're in the dryer...and haven't yet dried. At least I ironed everything today...and I'm wearing my nicer shoes. But everone else is in a suit, or at least a shirt and tie. Maybe I'll just sit at my desk with my door closed until I have to go to the bathroom. Or I could lock myself in the closed room? That's just painful.
Anyway, I'm now eating my raspberry poptart that I thought was blueberry when I bought it. Poptarts shouldn't be raspberry flavored.
I hope Scott finished his project last night. He's made so much progress on it...I'd hate to have him not finish it. I'm very proud of how much he's accomplished....but I can't wait to have him back.
Who ever taught people that driving in the rain means going 3 miles per hour? I understand that water makes the road slick(er), and that you're supposed to slow down...but that does NOT mean crawl. Ugh. Northern VA drivers suck.
And then there's work. There is a huge meeting today and my boss sent out an email, probably as I was walking out the door, asking us to "dress a notch above your usual high standard" and I wore khakis. I didn't get the email until I walked in this morning. It's been a slow and rough start to the day. I actually thought about wearing black pants, but of course they're in the dryer...and haven't yet dried. At least I ironed everything today...and I'm wearing my nicer shoes. But everone else is in a suit, or at least a shirt and tie. Maybe I'll just sit at my desk with my door closed until I have to go to the bathroom. Or I could lock myself in the closed room? That's just painful.
Anyway, I'm now eating my raspberry poptart that I thought was blueberry when I bought it. Poptarts shouldn't be raspberry flavored.
I hope Scott finished his project last night. He's made so much progress on it...I'd hate to have him not finish it. I'm very proud of how much he's accomplished....but I can't wait to have him back.