Sunday was church in the morning for me and sleepy time for Mrs B (we'd both gone to church on Sabbath). Mrs B had to work in the afternoon, so once she left I began the weekly chore list. Let me tell you, doing chores by yourself is miserable. Doing chores isn't fun, period, but when you do them by yourself, it's like slapping yourself in the face with a wet glove filled with mud. There is a reason why Sundays are usually my least favorite day of the week.
This Monday was my 2,540th that I have experienced since I was born. I still haven't gotten used to them and I suspect I never will. Boo to Monday!
Tuesday was one of those "mixed bag" kind of days. Our job was an hour and a half from the office. Getting paid for 3+hours of driving sounds great, right? Well it isn't. Because we don't ride in a nice comfy truck like the one pictured above. We drive a crappy work van whose seats were designed by sadistic engineers who didn't want people sitting in said work vans longer than 20min. We stopped every 45min to stretch and switch off on driving. The job was meh but intensive and by the end my back was killing me. Then we got to drive another hour and a half back to the office. Thankfully, Tuesday was Date Night. Both Mrs B and I were exhausted, so we just ordered take-out chinese and ate in. Sometimes just each other's company is enough.
Wednesday should have been a good day. It was warm, it was sunny, both the jobs we had went off perfectly. But at about 1pm I started getting grouchier and grouchier, hence my unanticipated post that day. I realized it when I left some absolutely abominably mean comments on several blogs, only to delete the comments before posting them.
♪Hallelujah! Hallelujah!♪
♪Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!♪
♪Hallelujah! Hallelujah!♪
♪Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!♪
And lo on Thursday, Saint Bookstooge beheld a miracle. For on the shelves was Starbucks Peppermint Mocha espresso, which is the Holy Grail to all the Faithful eggnog drinkers, yea verily! And Saint Bookstooge gave thanks and drank of the cup, and it was very good. His soul rejoiced and was lifted up. All hail the Peppermint Mocha Eggnog!
Friday the "S" word happened. It didn't stick around, but it happened. Bookstooge does NOT approve of the "S" word. In fact, Bookstooge told the "S" to fudge off, several times.
Thankfully, the Sabbath is just around the corner and I can stop.
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