Up over 1,000
Whoa! When did my hit-meter get past 1,000? Granted, I have a roving IP address so I know around a hundred or so are mine (if anybody knows how I can get it to ignore me, please enlighten me), but still--I seem to have gotten quite a few hits this week. So. . . hi, visitors! Feel free to leave me a comment or send an e-mail. Don't be shy--you know, just because sometimes I can't control my mouth, like this morning:
Co-worker (female, late 40s, married ten years): I'm making a list of things I want to do for my birthday. Wanna hear? [Rattles off a few things like places she wants to eat/tour/shop.] My husband wants to take me to [hotel west of their home] but that means I have to worry about what shape the house is in because [the lady who watches their dogs] will be coming in.
Me: Tell him if he wants to go to the hotel, how about getting a maid service to come?
Co-worker: Oooooh! Good idea. I'd love to have breakfast in bed.
Me: (slightly wicked grin) Is breakfast optional?
Don't worry, she laughed. I hope you laughed a little, too. I know, in spite of the amount of whining about school and rude people, I try to make sure the humor is still there. It's such a joy for me to make people laugh. Don't get me wrong, I like to help people out, too, but sometimes humor gets the job done best.
I still need to go make dinner, so I'm gonna run. And crack open a soda to celebrate my mixed feelings about not being called for jury duty tomorrow. (And yes, the county courthouse's website does give a confirmation, unlike certain other school sites. Hmmmph.) Later, pippa!
Co-worker (female, late 40s, married ten years): I'm making a list of things I want to do for my birthday. Wanna hear? [Rattles off a few things like places she wants to eat/tour/shop.] My husband wants to take me to [hotel west of their home] but that means I have to worry about what shape the house is in because [the lady who watches their dogs] will be coming in.
Me: Tell him if he wants to go to the hotel, how about getting a maid service to come?
Co-worker: Oooooh! Good idea. I'd love to have breakfast in bed.
Me: (slightly wicked grin) Is breakfast optional?
Don't worry, she laughed. I hope you laughed a little, too. I know, in spite of the amount of whining about school and rude people, I try to make sure the humor is still there. It's such a joy for me to make people laugh. Don't get me wrong, I like to help people out, too, but sometimes humor gets the job done best.
I still need to go make dinner, so I'm gonna run. And crack open a soda to celebrate my mixed feelings about not being called for jury duty tomorrow. (And yes, the county courthouse's website does give a confirmation, unlike certain other school sites. Hmmmph.) Later, pippa!
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Bingley--yeah, sometimes I wonder if I'm having an out-of-blog experience on here!