I have guilt. I am pretty sure that not everything I just dropped off at Value Village will be seen as the boon it's intended to be. It is, however out of my house.
I am unsure what to do about the basement floor, and unsure I'll reach it in time. So. Much. Work.
My weekend wedding is on Friday, not Saturday. And so pretty much on top of the zero hour appt with realtor that we're trying to keep.
Also fabulous husband is feeling under the weather.
Also just broke the jewel box same fh gave me in 93. By picking it up by the previously stable lid.
Also just wrenched my arm again quite singingly.
And the bootleg I came in to? From the film company, pretty sure. Stops at a point of crisis. Don't blame them, my sin for watching but...now I have suspense.
And a friend, feeling badly for me, brought over a cake. She had a piece, I had a piece, fh had one. When they left? I ate the rest of the cake.
I dedicate the rest of this evening to a higher power I call port. Which I'm running low on. Please don't tell me, I'll crack...
The bright side? Job search going well, interview on Monday. Not the job I wanted (they're still looking) but they like me and I think they're interesting. In my search have encountered numerous strangely worded ads that made me smile. Best? "Waitress wanted for upper end restaurant". Love it.