Tomorrow is my Thanksgiving feast at work. I bought a cheeseball and I am ready to roll.
Blah, I ate way too much this afternoon and am now realizing I will never acheive Lucy Lui status. Watching Elementary has replaced my watching New Girl. I don't know if I can't stand the antics of Zoey D any longer or it just makes me sad. I need to do some soul searching.
Alex gave me permission to go wild this Saturday night since we switched shifts, but...bleeech. I want to do laundry, but someone's lump of clothes has been sitting in the washer for who knows how long. At least two days. I think I might throw it in the dryer...or plop it somewhere until I'm finished and then dump it back in the washer.
I'm a little bit curious to watch The Baby Wait show about mothers/families giving up their babies for adoption and then deciding if they want them back within thirty days or not. I think it would be drama-tastic, but also sad. I don't like tv that makes me cry. I ain't that sort of lady.
My phone works like crap in my home. For some reason this house is like a dead zone. If I take one step out the door it's bars to the wall. I don't approve.
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