Gravy coming hot like I’m hoppin’ off the griddle

Good morning all you party people! We’re slowly inching closer and closer to the weekend. Can we make it? Yes we can!

Yes, that’s right, it’s Thursday. The red headed stepchild of the week. It should technically be the weekend, but it’s not. But we’re close.

I slept like the dead last night. It was nice. We’ve gotten to that pesky part of the year where it’s too warm to get under all the blankets, but you’d be a lot more comfy if you could.

I managed to survive the hurricane that is my boss. We loaded her Subaru, and then she got down to what she wanted to get done. She mentioned she wanted to leave by 3. We were close – she left about 3:30. She’s gone for the rest of the week, but I know she’ll be calling in to check up, and to give me tasks to do.

Oh, did I mention, I’m in a parade this weekend? I’m in a parade this weekend. I’ll be heading in Saturday a little early to take the truck to wash it, and then, Ugh, decorate it.

But first, coffee.