This was an especially nice October 7th, not to say that I thought it would be anything but, of course.
I woke up this morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. And by that, I mean suddenly and with pain as a 10 pound cat stepped on my stomach. Milo is always walking across me like it’s no big deal, and it drives me crazy. Complete disregard for my person. But that’s a cat for you.
After getting ready, (and I got to wear jeans to work today!) I got on the bus to take me to the train station and the bus ride was free since the machine was not working. Score.
Was starving when I arrived (I had been running a little late and didn’t have time to eat breakfast at home like I usually do) and saw that someone had brought in a bunch of bagels. Free breakfast? Score again.
Today was supposed to be a half-day, but my boss said she was going to buy us all pizza and have us stay an extra couple hours to tackle a project. This morning it turns out we don’t need to complete the project but she’s still getting the pizza. So we get a free lunch and still get to only work a half day. That’s a bunch of scores right there.
All in all a great day. Is there anything October 7th can’t do? I don’t think so. Perhaps next year I should buy a lottery ticket on October 7th. I don’t know if the October 7th gods will get angry for me testing them, however. It seems like something they might get angry about. So never mind. I never said that.
Mr. W has been out of town for a couple days and he gets back tonight. I am such a sap, but I have missed him big time. Yesterday I watched a couple shows on Hulu and the shows and even some of the commercials keep making me cry all over the place. And they weren’t even all that sad. I swear I’m like a pregnant woman–in that I’m emotional, not in that I’m pregnant. Not pregnant. Just to be clear.