Welcome to Thursday Thoughts. These posts will be devoted to whatever happens to be on my mind. It just so happens that nothing really happens to be on my mind today as I've come down with the flu and adult cold medicine makes me a bit loopy. All right... really loopy. So today's post is more of a pointless DayQuil induced ramble. Enjoy!
Today is my day off from The Store. It is my only day off this week and it's my last day off for the next seven days. My next day off isn't until next Friday. So naturally my phone rang at 9 o'clock this morning.
It was The Store. They wanted me to come in and work today.
I said no. Doing so will probably earn me some black marks on next year's performance evaluation but, strangely enough, I'm all right with that.
Besides, the truth remains that, in addition to being sick, I have a lot to do today. There's a Malinois to exercise who hasn't been properly exercised in a while. And you know what that means... there's a dog in my house literally climbing the walls and the refrigerator (I put the cat food up there, thinking it would be safe. Silly, silly MJ). There's also the more typical chores: laundry and dishes and the like. I also have to vacuum out the heaters because it's (and you can't tell The Man I said this) damn cold in the house this morning and I want to turn on the heat. It's forty degrees outside and fifty degrees inside. I'm currently writing this blog wearing a hat, fingerless gloves and an afghan. Over three layers of clothes.
The Man is reacting to the cold the only way he knows how: whining. And planning a move to the southern part of the country. He does this every year. This year, however, he's added something new. He's planning a trip to some tropical island paradise. And he actually wants me to go with him. Every day this week, he's come home from work with some new island vacation plan. Yesterday it was for us to go somewhere from November until April. I told him no because I wouldn't send the dogs to the kennel for that long.
At least he's given up (for now anyway) the idea of going on a cruise. He's wanted to do one for a long time now and each and every time he brings it up, I say no. I say Hell No. I consider those ships Cruise Ships of Death and have no desire to set foot upon one. The island resort thing scares me a lot less. He'd have a much better chance at getting me to agree to one of those vacations.
I really need to stop blogging now and get on with my day but I'm lacking the mental capacity to write a decent transition into a decent closing paragraph. So I'm just going to skip it today. I'm going to fumble through those household chores so I can stumble my way to the couch where I can sit vacantly watching the Game Show Network
while throwing a ball for the Little Gator Girl That Could.
Hope your day's plans are more ambitious than mine. Of course, it would be hard not to be.