Note to whoever takes my job: the Chinatown Inn on Third Avenue owes you one of those. Make sure you collect next time you order in.
I know, I know. I said I'd be back on Thursday, and this is Friday. If I had a good excuse, I'd give it to you, but I don't, so I won't. Instead I shall ramble about random subjects, since my brain is busy going "Holy crap, I'm only going to be employed for five more days, what have I done..."
Poppy and Sesame are convinced that I have done something awful to Krystal (who is on a family vacation). They glare at me constantly when it gets to be 6:30 and 7 o'clock and 7:30 and she's still not home, what did you do to her, where is she... who knew cats were so good at giving the evil eye?
I coordinated my department's outing to the ballpark in May and all I got was a lousy sunburn... and, apparently, a pair of free tickets for a weekday game. I think I'll take a friend. Maybe I'll take a couple of friends.
Speaking of a couple of friends, party at my place, to celebrate my leaving my job! It's going to be one wild weekend, filled with... um... petting the cats, and building couch forts, and catching up on crazy stories, and WOW LIGHTNING (pardon the randomness but that was a HUGE bolt) and, of course, the Medieval Faire!
Faire breakdown for this summer: Pirate weekend is for friends. Celtic Celebration weekend is for sisters. And the entire family is going to Barbarians vs. Romans. Note to my dad: You have to pick a side for that one, you can't be both!
I will try to post again before the weekend is over, and this time I will try to have an actual topic to write about. But, until then...
Muffins. *huge grin*