Well, today’s the day I finally sit down and two-stroke this puppy into something more than white space!
That’s the plan at least…
We’ll see after a while if there’s anything here worth clicking on that little blue publish box.
Or if, as happens more and more lately, I delete the noise and walk away wondering why I keep paying for this torture.
I have officially retired.
Is that worth a share?
Sure, why not.
I’m a little early but sometimes a gray haired gal has to do what a gray haired gal has to do.
Sad though. Loved the job. Everything about it.
There is a lot of truth to the idea that employees don’t leave bad jobs so much as they leave bad management.
Oh well, a new shade in my 50 shades color-book right?
The hubs retired a couple months ago…
The look on his face when he got his first social security deposit made me laugh
(silently of course…uhhhh huh)
He said he didn’t feel old until then and I said…
“Honey, you think you’re old now? LOL, wait ’til your mother finds out! You’ll never have a free day from then on. Your new role will be her beck-and-callboy.”
Two weeks later he had a job.
28 hours a week of sweet freedom.
Trouble is…his days off have naught to do with R & R and everything to do with B & B
(and not the good kind…we’ll call his mom B)
He’s so much in demand when he’s home…I call him Beck-y.
Oh, did I mention his mom and her husband left Florida and moved in with us?
Ohhhhh…how silly of me. I nearly let another Griswold saga go untold!
Geesh, I am rusty.
Those who know me know one thing; if it involves me and a moving truck…it’s a saga of comedic proportions.
I’ll put that on the back burner for now…let it simmer a bit, then fill you in.
I have to be more mindful these days (which is absolutely part of the comedy) of not only what I say, but oh so much more of how I say it!
B’s a bit, ummmm…
I’ll put it this way…if I say this:
She’s over there, peaking around the doorway, saying (to no one in particular):
“Why’d she say that? She’s not Jewish”
She doesn’t ‘get’ me.
(not easy when you’re the sarcasm queen o’ de-nile)
Anyway, I’ll give it a good think and see how I can share without starting a new Cuban missile crisis!
We finally got winter here in South Carolina!
Oh wait….crap. It’s gone.
I swear though, I had to put a sweater on this morning.
Really. I ain’t lying!
It was awful!
To all my northern friends and family I say this…
“Stop yer bitchin!”
Some of us have to endure shorts and tank tops and sunscreen all freaking year!
So, pull those suspender laden ski-pants up over your thermal tees and undies, pick up that shovel, and hit the driveway!
I don’t want to hear it!
Back later…have a lunch date and need to change my flip flops.
(and B? I’ll print this out and highlight the areas you’ll want to discuss 😮 )