We go to the beach this week. On Wednesday night (late), I will be smelling the salt of the ocean and feeling the breeze on my pasty white skin. Hallelujah! It's a strange two months at work right now. Out of eight weeks, I only work two normal Monday to Fridays. I was out Thursday through Monday for my eye surgery. I then worked a "normal" week full of storms and no power at Bradford for a full day. This week I'm out at the beach on Thursday and Friday. I take the next Friday off to see the eye doctor and hang out with Amy. I work a normal week which might mean more tornados and then, I'm out the next Thursday for a conference. Finally, I'm off on the following Friday for a bridesmaids luncheon for the other Amy. Some people might love that, but it royally stresses me out. Don't get me wrong, I'm pumped about all the fun activities, but it's tough to constantly cram five days of work into four or even three days. It's really tough. I get to work at 7:30am and work as hard as I can until quitting time. I'm gonna have to stay loose.
You know why it's fun to have a pet? Because everything is exciting. Take a boring walk through the neighborhood. Add Scout to the mix. Suddenly, it's an adventure! Why? Because Scout was walking along today and picked up a used condom off the side of the road. It was hanging out of her mouth. Puppy kisses anyone?
With that, I will say goodnight. Sleep tight. Sweet dreams. And please, throw your used condoms in the trash where my dog will not find them. Thanks.
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