It was a sad, sad day
I finished number 15. And there aren’t any more…
In other news, I’m not at work today. I get a two day weekend with my husband. I’m not sure if it’s a good thing yet or not. Talk to me Sunday night.
The dog got a bath this morning. Claire apparently helped. I was too busy swearing at our POS vacuum cleaner and attempting to suck up dog fur. It’s amazing, I tell you. I kept on going back and forth past the SAME PIECE OF FUR and it WOULDN’T SUCK UP INTO THE VACUUM. So I took it apart. And you know what I found?
1. A barette
2. A paint brush
3. A Santa ring
4. A twizzler
5. Lots and lots of fuzz
What went from 10 minutes of hopelessly trying to clean the rug turned into a treasure hunt of mass proportions and I don’t wish to go back to that. Needless to say, our rug is very clean and now black as it should be, not black with a bunch of white fuzz all over it.
Anywho, I went to the gym today, and I love people watching. Have I mentioned how much I love people watching? OK, I do. There are people that I watch in complete awe and amazement and instantly become green with envy. Then there are people that I watch that just annoy the ever living piss out of me. I will always have love for the 80 year old women who can lift more than me. But again, there was that personal trainer with the beer gut. I mean c’mon. Get a clue! The lady he was working with looked slightly annoyed, as well. I know they pay by the hour, and when the Personal Trainer was busy chatting with someone else that wasn’t paying him, I could just tell she was pissed. As would I be. If it’s your JOB to be in shape and healthy, then do your job.
OK, I’ll step off my soap box now.