Tag: up early

Honking at the honey in front of you with the light eyes, she turn around to see what you beeping at

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Oh yes, I have to post today. I got home from work this afternoon, and went right to bed to nap. As a surprise, Crystal came and napped with me. It was the world’s greatest nap, because of that. I know for a fact that I didn’t move. I’m a little stiff and sore for not moving in an hour and a half.

Work wasn’t too bad. Not busy whatsoever. We did some stocking and cleaning. I let NewGuy do all the running for the outside customers. He has energy, let him burn it off.

Having the day off yesterday, has really screwed me up day- wise this week. I’ll probably be a day behind until sometime next week. it’s all good. It’ll even itself out by the end of the week, as I’m working Saturday.

Well I called my congressman and he said quote “I’d like to help you son, but you’re too young to vote”

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I’m tired, man. I was up every couple of hours, after about 2am. My mind was thinking that I didn’t set the alarm. Spoiler alert: I did. But I couldn’t get a restful sleep at all.

I woke up cranky, and tired.

I made it through 8 hours of work, and I’m still cranky and tired. I will force myself to stay awake this afternoon. That way I’ll crash when we go to bed. At least for the next week, I can “sleep in”.

Work was pretty steady all morning. Which was nice, we were always moving. We did the work things that we needed to do. Then I popped over to Shady Acres to bring my dad’s clothes upstairs so he can go through them and get rid of the ones he doesn’t want or need anymore.

Now I’m home with my lap covered in cats. Chaucer was up first, and Pippin just forced her way on. She’s been wantbig to get onto my lap since I woke up this morning.

Mission accomplished.

Someday the mountain might get ’em, but the law never will

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Thank god it’s Friyay. I’m tired, man. It’s been a long long ass week. I’ve spentnkosy of my days this week, working second shift. The closing shift. Today, I got to experience (again) the fun of closing, and then the next day opening.

Spoiler alert, it wasn’t much fun at all.

But that doesn’t matter. It’s Friday, and that means it’s date night. It’s also bright and sunny out, and it doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of wind anymore.

So yeah, that’s it. I just woke up from a nap, so I’m gonna do my best to wake up. Happy Friday everyone!

Und hatten alle einen struppigen Barbarenbart (gar nicht apart)

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Good rainy afternoon my friends. I hope y’all are safe and happy. I’m home now, just in time. It’s just started to rain here. Add to that, some gusty high winds, and you have a pretty crappy afternoon

I got home, and the bog witch was of course sitting in the dark, which prompted me in asking if I had paid the power bill. She laughed, I laughed, the bog gurgled.

Wait, what?

I’m home as I said, and Chaucer has jumped up into my lap, and has made himself very comfortable. It’ll suck for him if I go and lay down. Which I might.

So yeah, that’s the day. I think I might go and lie down. Maybe I can convince Crystal to put down the video game controller and come and nap. Probably not. She’s kicking ass at the game. Well snuggle what I get up in a little bit.

My new avatar.

Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash

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Spoiler alert: it was a day.

So I walk in to work at 5:30 this morning, and read on the front door that the debit machine is down. No biggie, it should be working now, right?

Nope. We should be getting a new debit machine by Monday, at the earliest. So yeah, we’re 100% cash only. That’s going over well.

But, I don’t really care. I have the weekend off. Monday is for future Shawshank to deal with. So I walked out of there as quickly as I could.

Last night, I got a text from the old BossLady asking for help with her Mailchimp. She wants to send out one more post with all of her auction info on it. I thought I was just going to go and quickly show her how to do it. I was wrong. I told her I didn’t have a lot of time, but I would do what I could for her.

She ended up having to take some customers to show some auction stuff, so I took that as my cue to get the heck out of there. All she has to do is simply follow some prompts and the. It’ll be sent. I believe I’m still on the mailing list so I’ll know when it gets sent.

Good times.

I’m home now, and I’m going to ignore any text messages from her. I’ve done my tour there! The last mailing will be up to her to finish.

It’s date night tonight. I should quickly email the cook and see if they’re open tonight. If so, I have to figure out what I want to eat. Do I feel like breakfast, or wings, or maybe even a clubhouse sandwich? It’ll be an adventure!