Closer and closer to middle-age.

Oh...kay. So, I'm home on my birhday. What now? My...

hold on, coffee.

Back. Like I was saying, my ulterior motive behind staying home today wasn't just that I had a whole bunch of vacation days to unload before the end of the year, but that I didn't want my boss planning some awkward lunch thing. I remember when it was divulged a couple of weeks ago that my birthdate was coming up. People started grabbing calendars and pencilling things in. That makes me uncomfortable for some reason - especially in knowing that one of those people carriers party streamers around like its no big deal - not in the mood.

If Bossman had taken me out to luch, he'd had to have taken everyone, and given my bitching and hissing about certain lazy officemates of of late, I didn't want them latching on for a free lunch.

Coffee's done. Be back.

I guess I'll get some laundry done today...the pile is starting to smell. I told a coworker I would make some brownies for her daughter's cotillion bake sale (stop making that face, Scott - I'll ave you a damn brownie). I need to put some gas in the Jeep...do a little vehicle rearrangement in the driveway. I've got band practice at 7:30 ish.

Sounds like a good time.

Posted by Tiffany at November 17, 2005 11:13 AM | TrackBack