King G, that is. My calves are using your name as a swear word tonight. OWWW
Had to work today, yes ... really.
Now am bemoaning the fact that I didn't really have a Saturday. Tomorrow is Sunday and I have to go back to work again on that next day.
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Even Saturdays are tough for decisions. I couldn't find anything comfy to wear so I raided Boy2's drawer -- found a perfect plaid shirt!
Then left for work,.. not realizing that little cow kitten (Ginormous) had crawled into the drawer while I was absconding with such perfect plaid shirt to wear while working on a Saturday. And no, I don't remember closing that drawer when I left.
Thank God (seriously) I don't have to walk much in my line of work, I'm sure my co-workers thought I was losing it the way I was tiptoe-ing, and grunting the G name with every step.
But the crazy thing is that four exits were closed on Hwy 26, two of which would be the ones I use on the way to the office ... but because I'm going there on a Saturday, they are temporarily closed for a Hillsboro event ... by the way, when I passed such exits thinking I would take them going the opposite direction on the Hwy 26, oops - they were closed both directions.
I made it to work, luckily my legs had enough energy for the brake and gas pedals. G
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Turns out my security card doesn't work on Saturdays like I have to, so thus there was a need for an office "door monitor" to ensure we all got inside (kinda creepy, right?). Locked inside. That said, it's probably not a good idea to go down the hall to the restroom because one would need to use the id card to return to the office ... or go outside, walk all the way around the building to find the door monitor's desk and so one can wave furiously to gain their attention through the window. Sheesh, what was I thinking? But I survived working despite great odds,
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However, arriving home nearly at the same time as Sweet-T (fishing event); we became somewhat disturbed (him more than me) that the white cow (um, kitten) was nowhere to be found.
No really, him hiding= not normal... last week when Boy2 was carrying in bags of groceries, his basketball gear bag, and a gallon of milk, he walked into the house to be greeted by white cow..kitten and the 20 lb white gi·gan·tic one stops in front of him and drops himself like a BIG bag o'tators on the ground, directly in front of Boy2's feet. Boy literally had to use his foot as a scoop to move the big lug aside before my frozen goods thawed.
Well, back to my story, we can't find him.
um, we called and searched ... here and there, we looked ... everywhere.
Until we thought a squeaky noise was coming from the boys' room... I called him by name... and much to my chagrin - I pulled open the huge drawer and found him under the bed (which is one big unit, think trundle). Oops, my bad, locked the cow kitten under the bed (he really isn't old enough to be a cat, but I find it harder every day to call him kitten), -- relax, he was (is) fine. =)
To end the day, I give you my final groan as I fulfill the daily Ab Challenge. Ugggh.
Tomorrow is a REST day... and it's Sunday, which is quite apropos.
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