Slam it to the left if you’re havin’ a good time

Holy shitballs, it’s Saturday! Chaucer is already up on my lap. He snuggled Crystal all night, I think. He was in the same place as he was when we went to sleep. He’s a good boy. Pippin, slept out on the couch.

Yesterday was a long day at work. Around 10:30ish, something happened to the internet tubes. They just stopped working. Internet, and cell phone service came to a stand still. You’d see three things if you looked at your phone – no signal at all. 1 or 2 bars of 3G, or 1 tiny bar of LTE. That continued on for about 4 hours, until it just magically turned back on. From there it was a rush to get as much work done as possible in case that the internet died. NewNewGirl was just about to leave for the day when it came back on. All the work she had to do was on the computer for clients, so she was happy when it came back on, so she could actually get something done.

BossLady had a doctors appointment a couple hours away, so she worked from home in the morning but told NewNewGirl that she’d be in right after. NNG said that she suspected that BL would be back around two. I told her that is logistically impossible due to the time of her appointment. She thought about that and said she figures BL would be back around 3 or 3:30. I was unimpressed with that theory, and gave my theory.

I figured that she’d be back in the office about 4:40. I was wicked close! BossLady walked in at 4:45. We loaded a chair into her car, and she unloaded a box of sheets for Crystal. Just telling me that they would probably need to be washed. Crystal got to look at them after dinner, and they’re all piled on the hamper to be washed. I’m thinking I might wash them today for her.

So I skedaddled right at 5, because it was date night last night – with a twist. Crystal was having a mini pop up shop at the diner. The owner of the diner, and one of the waitresses wanted to see more of Crystal’s homemade pants. When I got home, the kitties were fed, and there were to shopping bags stuffed full of pants.

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