It’s finally Friday. Finally. My allergies are trying to start up early today, and we have no tissues in the house. I have that tell-tale feeling like there’s something in my face, rattling around in my sinus cavity, occasionally bumping against the underside of my eyeball.
I’m waiting for an order from Waffle House’s online catalog of stuff. I ordered a couple of things the other night: a hat and a handful of bumper sticker magnets. According to tracking, they were supposed to be delivered yesterday. The current status is “No access to delivery location”, which is bullshit, at least in front of the house. We got our regular mail, including a card from Mom‘s newspaper guy. There’s no way the mailbox was blocked, because we were home all day and we’d have noticed if something was in front of the house all day. Maybe bees? Was it raining and they didn’t want to get out of the little truck?
I just can’t, y’all.
Just gimme my ridiculous FOLLOW ME TO WAFFLE HOUSE stickers so I can put them on Saskatchewan farm equipment and think I’m being funny and oh so random and quirky.
And speaking of fun and quirky, I need to stop hitting the pen and recording things. This shit’s gonna get me in trouble.
I did manage to go outside for spin time last night. It wasn’t bad, I managed to get some good flow going on. Unfortunately, it was warm. Once again, the phone didn’t cooperate for more than 25 minutes. My phone is an utter bastard.
