This is the first time in a long time that I haven’t wanted to go into work and it has nothing to do with the job. The past two days of moving have required me to spend more than usual time on my feet, running around. Like I told my mom on my way home from work last night, “It’s not that I’m looking forward to getting home and taking off my shoes. It’s that I’m dreading putting them back on tomorrow.”
My knees are killing me as well, but I blame the chilly, excessively rainy and windy weather for that.
And as if to add insult to injury, last night my microwave died. And it’s not even three years old!
Going back to bed sounds like such a pleasant option.
Hey, I haven’t commented in a while, but I meant to tell you sooner how much I love the new look!
Kicks the dead microwave.
~gosh the microwave we have is more than 20 years old~
Sheesh, lady! You know its bad when you WANT to go to work!
Been outta town, so that’s where I’ve been. Hope you are doing well!