I'm so beyond happy today!!
Why, you ask??
I HAVE NO IDEA.
I shouldn't be.
Monday was Memorial day, so I had a non-paid day off.
Tuesday I discovered that several of my kids (aka, livlihood) have gone awol because their 14 year old mothers are out of school for the summer and their 27 yr old grandmother's refuse to pay for daycare during the summer when their momma's could watch them for free.
Not to mention the three that are on hold (aka 9 hours of work per week) because their medicaid numbers have expired because their mothers (between the ages of 14 and 20) are too lazy to maintain their information for their FREE healthcare.
So, I worked 7 hrs Tues, 8 hrs yesterday, 6 hours today . . . and have NO hours for Fri and couldn't have worked any more hours Tues - Thurs.
Woo hoo 21 hr pay week. Note the sarcasm.
Perhaps my happiness is due to the snazzy, rocky, makes you want to jump all over the car on your commute Killers CD that I have been rocking for over 6 months now.
Maybe it's due to the gorgeous sunny weather that is outside my very window.
Possibly it's a result of my reading not ONE but TWO good, borderline very good, books in the past day and a half (because it has been so VERY long since I found a new author that I enjoyed).
It could be that my bestest friend in the world since I was 18 is coming over for dinner (insert Birdie or Robin's name into the bestest friend slot).
It could be that I made so wonderfully tasty make you wanna slap your momma food that it may be gone before Birdie can get off work and to my house - 9 p.m. is LATE for food when you've been up since 5:45.
Or maybe it's because I FINALLY have my checkbook completely and utterly balanced. No unaccounted for debits or credits. COMPLETELY on the level.
It's just a good, great, fantabulous day.
Oh - with one down spot. Delewarean - I've been trying to leave "opinions" on your blog for some time now . . . and it WON'T let me . . . . HELP! Give me some way to communicate with you. Your blog is beyond hi-fucking-larious.
Now, for some social lubricant. . . . hmm . . . tequila or rum. Jose it is. That man has always treated me right.