It kinda just hit me this morning that my vacation is NEXT WEEK. Which means, after today, I’m off!

Vanessa’s not gonna be working next week, either, so we’ll probably goof off all week and, like, repair the garage door spring (that broke last nite) and do laundry and vacuum and stuff.

And Vicky, I gotta go up there and give you your bday present! Lemme know when you’re free.

P.S. Remember that one post about how I wish I could gripe about someone not doing something good, and then that someone would do something good and make me eat my negative words? It happened yesterday! Yay! I felt appropriately bad. I was griping to Jordan or Vanessa on the phone about how I got to Mr. W’s house to meet up before yoga and he was on his computer talking on his headset and didn’t even acknowledge me, and I’d been out in the living room for like 10 minutes and he still hadn’t come out even tho I’d nudged his chair 10 mins prior. When he did come out, he brought with him a 3-red-rose bouquet and said, “This is for you.” I asked what the occasion was, and he said he just chose Thursday because he knew I’d be going over for sure to meet up for yoga. Awww! I would’ve thought he got the idea from that prior blog entry, except that he doesn’t read my blog anymore and hasn’t for weeks, so I guess he gets full credit for that one.