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.