Oh, dear. I just got an email from one of my Garden Clubbers, and she said I was the talk of Bridge Club today. You don't suppose they're gonna make me learn to build bridges now, do you? After I so clearly couldn't cook?
Do you think anyone said, "Bless her heart" about me and my lady fingers? Oh, I hope I garnered a bless her heart.
My Garden Club pal said the talk was all good. But they must have mentioned the Lady Finger Fiasco. Oh, my ears are burning.
Or do your ears burning mean you are coming into money?
Actually, we are! For the first time in years, or maybe ever, we are getting money BACK from the government. See? Taking a $90,000 pay cut has its perks!
And speaking of money, let's talk about my sports bra. I know that made no sense.
Yesterday I wrote you about my interview and then told you I was off to run. I RIPPED off my clothes (are ya turned on?), and stood there, pawing through my lingerie drawer.
Do you know there was no sports bra in there to be found? And I'll tell you a horrid secret. When I am done running, I peel that sweaty thing off and clump it in the laundry basket. So there was no freaking way I was gonna dig through my laundry and unfurl an old, damp sports brassiere and put it back on. Ugh. I am not THAT dedicated.
So, I did laundry last night, making sure to include sporting undergarments. Then I relaxed and watched the eclipse with Marvin.
So, the plan was to run today, and WHAT do you think happened? I was sitting here today minding my own business, or really maybe I was minding Kellie's business, as I think I was reading her blog, when the phone rang. Some OTHER company wanted to do a phone interview right then and there. Thank goodness I hadn't opted for a nice afternoon shot of tequila or anything. So I did the interview, and then returned to my computer, only to find ANOTHER company sent me two questionnaires and a huge, scary proofreading exam to take!
YEESCH! So, girl, I answered those questions and started that scary test, when I realized it was time to get over to read to Miss Lillie, who had already had a bad week because the other day at the home they said they were gonna serve macaroni and cheese, except they neglected to put the cheese in so it was mac and nothing, and you have no idea how this cheesed her off, forgive the pun. So for me to be late was gonna be another black fly in THAT woman's chardonnay.
So after reading to her and hearing about the white German shepherd she once had named Chico, I screamed back home and SINCE THAT TIME I have been taking that DING and not to mention DANG proofreading test. It was hard. I had better get the job. It had better pay ninety-five million dollars a week.
So what I am trying to say to you is that it is almost 8:00 and I have yet to run. Because I am out there trying to make a living. Taking what they're giving cause I'm working for a living. Now I have that horrid Huey Lewis song in my head. Which is redundant. Am I the only person who detests Huey Lewis?
But I WILL PERSEVERE! I am going to RUN right NOW in my CLEAN undercarriage. And tomorrow I am going to Target to buy like EIGHT sports bras so I can never use this excuse again. Bless my heart.
