Mondays are a real bummer. Especially when you have a kick ass weekend that included Beer Fest (where much delicious beer was consumed), and a Sunday night dinner of hot italian sausages.It was chilly this morning (for North Carolina, anyway; I think it was 51 degrees) so that made it harder than usual to get out of the shower. I was finding things to do so I could justify not getting out.
Hey, haven't shaved my legs in a while, and I might as well scrub the grout while I'm in here.
I mentally rifled through my closets trying to decide what I was going to wear to work, trying to delay until the last second my departure from the warm humidity of the bathroom. Of course, the shirt I had picked out doesn't exist and the pants I want to wear were dirty. Oh well. But then my iron wouldn't get hot. I guess I'll be sitting at my desk a lot today, hoping that no one notices the wrinkled mess that I'm calling pants.
A good thing about Mondays is that one of the ladies in the next department always bakes up a storm on the weekend and brings in a smorgasbord of banana bread, oatmeal cookies, and spice cake. A bad thing about this is that she puts out a donation cup, with the proceeds supposedly going to cure cancer. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about curing cancer, but I never know how much is appropriate to leave. 50 cents a cookie? I've got a couple of dollars in pennies that have collected in my desk drawer; should I dump all of that in? It is money, after all, but I'm having a hard time spending it. No one wants to be that girl, counting out pennies at Food Lion for an AriZona Rx Herbal Tonic and some King's Hawai'ian Sweet Bread. I usually end up putting a couple of dollars in the cup by the end of the week, unless I've been especially gluttonous and then I make myself put in a fiver.
Oh, and did I mention Beer Fest? It was the site of my very first Hula Hoop FAIL.
But I didn't spill any beer. Win.
8 comments:
I hear you. I went to an Octoberdfest and drank and ate brats. Sweet, sweet brats.
Not spilling beer with a hula hoop? You're awesome. And I didn't know you were from NC. I lived in Gastonia for a year. I can't forget the Bradford Pear trees. Gorgeous.
Forget the hula hoop, you didn't spill the beer! That's a double win, you know. Glad the weekend went well. Mine too and what it is about Monday's and spiced banana bread? We had that at the staff meeting today. Is there like some unwritten code about office food or something?
Happy wandering!
The Writer...and her dog, Bear
So how did Dex and E$ do on their hulahoop challenge?
Um, are you holding a piece of banana bread in the shower? I understand multi-tasking and procrastination but that's just gross.
dr zibbs - I wish it were October all year...
kate - North Carolina is pretty alright. I mean, mountains and the beach? Sweet.
the writer - I love banana bread. It takes the sting out of Mondays.
so - E$. Sweet. As for the hula hoop, well, they probably would have just chewed it up.
dingo - It's a delicious breakfast pb&j. Hey, I held it out of the water.
I get a case of the Mondays every Monday.
Beer fest looks so fun. I haven't hoola hooped in so long. Must put that on to do list.
I miss beer fest! Remember a few years ago when I was there? That's when we (I) discovered Mead, we had a kick ass time!
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