Okay Dave, I'm writing...see? Friends, Dave called me four times tonight...in a row...or so says my missed call log. The only reason I can see for such persistence is that I have yet to post today...like I promised I would. So...here you are, the promised post.
I've just been working. Last week I worked 70 hours. Impressive no? Saturday night after a super duper busy day at work I was in bed and sound asleep by 10:00pm. Even more impressive no?
I have second and a half degree burns on my feet. Have you ever heard of such a thing? I pretty much just tan. People say all the time "You are so tan!" And I just say, "occupational hazard." Because when I die some day it will probably be of skin cancer. BUT...back to the burns. I wore some sandals to work on Friday...not flip flops...good, sturdy, hiking kind of sandals. I think that my sandals had an allergic reaction to the sun and my feet got in the way. I have near purple spots all over my feet, and they are swollen and they hurt.
Did you know that most people just assume cashiers are dumb? I'm living proof. When I stand behind a cash register people assume I can't count. You would be amazed at how many people question my ability to count their pots of flowers. I just smile and say, "Yes, I would be happy to count your plants again...for the 15th time." Guess what, I'm always right.
Ummm...the smoke alarm is about to go off...that will be loud. (My mom's stove is dirty from a peach pie gone crazy...little sister didn't realize that.)
Do you think I'm babbling? It's because I am...and my brain is fried. I must to go bed.
Tomorrow I hope to have a very worthwhile post...maybe a late Mother's Day tribute to my mom.