There’s a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well Shawshank, December 22, 2023 Good morning my friends. It’s Friday! We’ve made it to the weekend. I have tomorrow off, but have to work Sunday. That’s ok, I’m the low man on the totem pole. I understand, and it’s ok. So we’re sitting here last night watching tv. I think it was Antiques Roadshow, and I get a text. Weird. I look over and it’s old BossLady. She says she has something for me. I told her I was working until 4, and could stop by on the way home. I wonder what she has for me. Crystal seems to think that she might have a Christmas present for me. I have no idea. So yeah I don’t have to be in until 8, so I have some coffee and I’m slowly waking up. The alarm was set for 6:30, but my mind woke me up at 5 saying that the alarm wasn’t set properly. Spoiler alert; it totally was, and went off without a hitch at 6:30. So I’m gonna cut this short, I have to get ready for work, and whatever happens at OldWork. We’ll see. But I also think that tonight could possibly be a date night. So that’s a good thing, and totes exciting It’s so exciting, that it may have wandered into fetch territory. Happy Friyay all! Life blogbloggercoffeeFriyayjournalmorningsTinyTownup early
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