I’m writing this…
…from my desk. At work. At my new job. At a bank. Pretty rocking, right?
I had every single finger and toe crossed that I would not be working in retail come Christmas, and God listened to me! Things fell into place miraculously, and now I work fewer hours and make the same (if not more) than I was busting my butt over a five dollar blouse some careless customer tossed on the floor. And I get to sit on my butt all day. I’m pretty happy.
Seriously, I really feel happier. The husband keeps telling me I’m not anywhere near as tense and tired looking as I used to be. I feel chill-er..is that a word? Who cares!
Not me. 😉
But, now that I’m back on the bandwagon here with daily internet access(ha-cha!), I promise I’ll be here more often. Pinky promise. There–that good enough?
Things to accomplish this weekend:
get my haircut.
make breakfast burritios to freeze for the husband.