After the Monday I had, Tuesday was bound to get better.
And it did.
The first thing I noticed was it was quieter at work.
JWS had to take his Mom to dialysis because of the bad roads.
Two hour delay meant I didn't start my day watching Penguin Bowling with Logan.
One of the first phone calls was a person that DIDN'T need her milk can painted
Check another thing off the list.
My contacts were in and my glasses have this coating on them that was driving me nuts.
Another rant I could go on but won't.
They sold me this coating ($90) and it looked like a rainbow oil sheen on my glasses from
It scratched terrible.
The first call to the office told me that they could not remove it and new lenses were going to
Yesterday they called and said that they could remove it.
They removed it and when John went back to get his Mom, he picked them up.
Almost perfect...and the best part...FREE!
$200 extra in my pocket for the holidays.
And the third happy happening.
Freshly made Apple Dumplings delivered to the shop!
Thank you Dale, they were delicious!
Another order done.
And the "confessional" part of this post.
I really don't do these things on purpose,
but for the sake of what might be happening sub-consciously,
I'll just confess.
JWS thinks that I perform tasks that I just might not care to do,
a little carelessly.
He thinks it is my way of getting out of unsavory tasks.
Who would do a thing like that?
He always refers back to the golf cart incident when he asked me
to ride along with him an evening while he golfed.
I didn't think that it sounded all that bad.
No cell phone service,
peace and quiet,
I guess that I didn't realize how fun it was to run a golf cart!
They spin, they get up some pretty good speed, they swerve, they are seriously fun!
He was sick.
Let's just say I was never invited back.
There have been some cooking issues in the past.
I don't really cook much any more.
Some laundry issues.
He does his own laundry.
I don't seem to be allowed to run the weed eater any more.
Anyone seeing a trend here?
A truckload of firewood to unload.
First, I pinched his fingers.
Then I clunked him in the head pretty good with a piece of firewood.
I did not get kicked off the job.
Gotta think of something else.