If you’re gonna be dumb, you better be tough

The alarm scared the shit out of me this morning at 5am. But I got up anyways, and shooed the kitties out of the bedroom so I could lock Crystal in, and the cats wouldn’t bother her. (Too much)

I get up, turn the coffee on, and get dressed. Podrick is sitting very still looking out the window. I get up and slowly walk over to see if I can see what he’s looking at. He’s looking a tiny tabby cat sitting almost below the window. I think Podrick was making friends.

I get up and drive to work, and start the day. I get up on the fuel tanks and measure them. Back inside to actually open the store. The second co-worker hasn’t arrived. No big deal, I never know if they’ll show up at 6:30 or 6:45. By 10 of, I’m making the coffee, and text the co-worker directly, and in the group chat that I know that no one will answer because it’s all kids, and it’s before 7am. By 6:55, I’ve called the co-worker (no answer), and texted BossLady. The co-worker and BossLady reply at the same time – both say they’re on their way. I quickly text BossLady that co-worker is on his way and to have a good weekend.

All that doesn’t matter, I’m home now, and don’t have to be back into work until Monday afternoon. There’s wrestling for tonight, and we’re having hot dogs and potato chips for dinner.

I kind of want a nap, but I can’t, I’m doing the Sunday chores today, because my mom needs our help, so we’ll be going over early tomorrow to lend a hand.