You know that I ain’t bragging, she’s a real pussy wagon

Good sunny morning. The birds are singing, and both the cats have made their way on to the back door table. They’re in a giant sunbeam, and they are loving every minute of it.

The coffee is flowing, and we’ve both been awake since before the alarm went off. But the bed was so comfortable. We reluctantly got out of bed. Besides, we both needed to use the bathroom.

So yesterday, I was the adult in the building. I opened the store. Just a little hiccup with the opening, but with a quick text to the boss, I got the store open. After the first hour or so, the nerves disappeared, and the day got underway.

The day was actually a little slow, for a Saturday. I gave the two new guys their positions for the day. The Saturday new guy only works Saturdays, so he’d just be outside customer service. Current new guy, who is register trained with me. We ran the store. Well for the most part, I was the register jockey. He did get time on the register, but I was the majority of the register jockey.

By six, it was time to close. I worked on that, and when it came to 6:15, I couldn’t handle them watching me at that point, so I sent them home. I only had another 5-10 minutes of work, which got done.

Home.

Crystal made an AWESOME dinner. Pasta and sauce, garlic bread, and a giant garlic sausage. It was very very tasty, and I was stuffed by the end of it.

After dinner, Crystal wanted to take her dreads out, and needed my help. So of course I’d help her. Earlier in the week, she was listening to her music, and sent me a text saying that we needed to have a rematch of Grease.

So of course I found it on Paramount right away, and we sat down to remove hair, and watch Grease. It was as good as ever, and we throughly enjoyed it.