Having borrowed a quarter for the clue phone from Stacy, I'm going to spread some random thoughts on Fridays.
Big night tomorrow. My company is sponsoring the evening at a mid-Michigan racetrack that shall remain nameless in keeping with my policy of no work revealing blogs. We do this every summer and it's always a lot of fun. Maybe you'll get lucky and I'll post some non-identifying pictures. If I can get my stupid antique digital camera to work.
The next time I decide to drink three Raspberry Lemon Drops on my birthday, just shoot me first, okay? "But they were so light and refreshing!" Yeah, well, I didn't feel too light or refreshed this morning and got to spend the day with our accountant at work. Imagine my delight.
Our accountant is such a stereotype it's beyond making fun of. He has no discernible chin. He has thick glasses. He one time showed up in his slippers with his 150% Polyester pants that ride way too high. Today, he had on a floral print Hawaiian style shirt. I could only look down at his non-slippered (today) feet or I would have burst out in a hangover no sleep laughing sort of breakdown. Our accountant doesn't have much of a sense of humor and that would not have been a good thing.
I got my nails done today and the guy that did them insisted that I need a new set. I told him I had to out of there by 5:30 (in other words, about 55 minutes). He said no problem and lickety split, I had a new full set and I was out at 5:32. I tipped him $5 and told him they look great, which they do. He said, "Glad you like them. Not many ladies tell me I did a good job." That's too bad. The nail techs work hard and they always do a good job with me.
The Olan Mills girl at Meijer's gave Mia a big purple balloon today and Mia was so happy, you would have thought she was handed the winning Lotto ticket.
The upcoming Detroit mayoral race promises to be an ugly slugfest but I'm sure it will be amusing. My money is on Anyone But Kwame. Oh, and Sharon McPhail as well, since she is insane.
Apparently, I am talking in my sleep lately. Last night, I was mumbling, "(fill in the blank here) shot himself at 9:20 in the morning." My husband asked me, "Who shot themself, Lis?" I again mumbled Name He Couldn't Make Out shot himself at 9:20 in the morning. Please note, I don't know anyone who shot themselves at 9:20 in the morning or anytime else. I think I may need to lay off the true crime books and the death hag stuff for a while.
Oh and the best news of all today? Sort of a late birthday gift, since I am milking my birthday through the week-end? My husband was offered a job that could be a great opportunity. For those of you who know more, this is HUGE NEWS.
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