Sizzle Says

I got mail.

I
love
saying
that.

In this small box were four pieces of deliciousness thanks to my Aunt Peg. Every year she mails out boxes of her delicacy: Blarney Stones.

They even come with St. Patrick’s Day napkins! These yummies taste like a Pay Day candy bar- salty peanuts on the outside, sweet frosting and a moist cake. Mmm. Supple and I devoured them. I managed to save one for Mikey. Just barely.

Another highlight of yesterday: I got my hair cut. (see picture) This is a very good thing as I was likely to kill someone due to gray hair frustration.

Ok, my frustration was more deeply rooted (ooh, that is actually a really bad pun). Arriving at work yesterday, I was automatically irritated. This is not a good sign. Especially since a few minutes before I had been at home dancing around to Wham! and singing* at the top of my lungs. Quite a mood shift. I think the piles and piles of files littering my cubicle floor isn’t helping my sanity. I am trying to organize my them but I keep getting interrupted or distracted. And honestly, I really loathe filing. I used to have a job as an Administrative Coordinator (glorified secretary) and filing was my responsibility. I think in the year I was there, I maybe filed once. My boss would ask me for a grant file and I would dig through the piles on top of the file cabinet. It’s a wonder I wasn’t written up for that.

Is it the weekend yet?

*I am now convinced that Wham!’s song Edge of Heaven is about S & M. Is it just me or is that what they are talking about?

Hearing banjo music coming from the TV while sitting at the computer…

Me: “Is this that horrible movie again?”

Mikey: “THAT is not a horrible movie. It is an American classic. And no, it isn’t.”