I'm super grumpy.
Bear with me a moment as I begin my day feeling sorry for myself.
And list this mornings various reasons why I am a fuckwit.
Reason 1: Last night instead of paying attention to what I was doing making dinner I was chattering and subsequently plunged my hand into a pot of boiling water. Now my middle two fingers are all blistery and nasty, though they don't look as bad this morning as I thought they might.
Reason 2: I thought I would be really clever and cook dinner on Saturday night when Boyfriend gets home from his trip. Last night, shortly after the above relayed moment of brilliance, I realized that after spending a week at wineries eating amazing food politely shoveling down whatever crap I would make probably wouldn't be all that fun.
Reason 3: I don't have a reason three just yet, but the day is young. I'm sure it will come to me. Likely before noon.
I'm gonna go try and be nice to people at work.
Wish me luck.
2 comments:
Make sure you take care of those fingers and from what you tell me of S I know he will love whatever you make for him. Plus the company makes a lot of the meal! Are you floating away down there yet? We are getting close. Love, mom
Awww, my poor darling. I'm sorry you burnt your fingers. *frown* that is no fun.
No reason to be nice to work people if you don't feel like it - just say as little as possible, that's what I do, and they usually get the point that I'm not in a good mood. It's hard to be nice to bitchy customers though when you don't feel like it. I hate that.
And... I'm sure Boyfriend will love your dinner because a weekend full of amazing food cooked by strangers is not the same as food cooked by you. It'll mean more that you even bothered or thought to cook him dinner, and thus won't even compare to wine weekend. *nod*
Have fun with S! I'm jealous and wish I was there! *huggs* Love ♥ you!
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