Due to some pretty amazing happenings and lots of prayers, I've now managed to get every second Monday off... and it coincides with my "off" weekend! Which gives me 3 lovely days off each and every fortnight!
And do you know what I did with the last 2 days? Nothing ! Woot Woot !! I puttered... I pottered... I read, I slept and did nothing!
Well, except for Saturday morning when my dear Lee Loubelle came by. And Lee Loubelle doesn't just "come by".... she hammers at the door and croaks out my name loud enough to wake the dead and then she hammers some more. So when I went to the door, peeped through the "peep hole in the door thingie" and yelled at her to go away because I was sleeping, she croaked even louder and demanded that I open the door right NOW, because there was an emergency.
So of course I opened the door.
Knowing full well that with Lee Loubelle, a broken bra strap, her daughter being in a foul mood, her little dog Louie peeing on a car tire or missing an episode of The Bold and The Beautiful, ALL constitute "emergencies". (not Louie missing The Bold and The Beautiful... Lee Loubelle herself missing it. And Lee doesn't pee on car tires either.)
So Saturday morning's "emergency" was that she had driven to the Polish Hall where we were supposed to be having a car boot sale (car trunk sale to you Northern Hemispherers) and there was NO ONE THERE ! Well, of course there wasn't Lee... it's pouring down rain and who would be sitting out in the rain, trying to sell gee-gaws and the like in the pouring rain?
Well, there was no help for it. I had to get dressed right now (weekends mean I get to live in my jammies.... sheesh!) and head on over to see if they were open inside the hall... because they might just be selling some polish doughnuts. (insert major eye-roll here) Polish doughnuts... like I need - and my arse needs - home made Polish doughnuts?
So we went.
And we found them...
And we ate.
And I bought 10 extra doughnuts, just in case I got peckish over the weekend.
We came home, had a quick cuppa and then she decided that she had more important things to do at home, and she
So I came back in, stripped off my clothes, had a quick shower, put my jammies back on and I did nothing for the next 48 hours. Nada!
No one rang, no one knocked on the door and even the Old Guy made himself scarce so that I could read and "nana nap" to my hearts content!
Heaven... I'm in Heaven...
So today, (geez I'm pretty wordy when it comes to telling you that I did nothing much of anything... aren't I?) I'm still off ! Mostly.
I have the carpet cleaner guy coming by at 10:30 this morning, but the Old Guy did most of the furniture moving last night, while I just sat and ate
I wanted to do this sexy lounging on the couch thing, ala "Queen of Sheba", while he carried the couch into the dining room, but he said he couldn't do that. It must have been the extra weight of the
It's a 3 day weekend... and I'm having the Time of My LIFE !
What's a hernia?
The Old Guy said he would have gotten one of them if he tried to move the couch with me on it. That means " happy" doesn't it? He would have been happy if he had moved me and the couch at the same time... is that right?