Back To Work

This is the part about my job that I really don't like. When everyone else had a 3 day week because of Thanksgiving, I had a 4 day week. And now everyone else gets a 4 day weekend and I'm back at work after a 3 day weekend... happens the same way at Christmas, too. Payroll always gets screwed when it comes to the holidays.

Not to mention the fact that I tried to have a nice cup of oatmeal for breakfast and managed to get the super hot stuff to go down the wrong way. So I'm coughing and coughing and I feel like my lungs are scorched.

Hamilton's still alive, but I keep forgetting to bring in my camera to take his picture.

Thanksgiving was fine, nothing special. The husband and I had the burritos and the pumpkin pie. Sadly, I realized Thursday morning that I didn't have any refried beans and we had to walk down to Jon's to get some. I hate going to a store on a holiday. I worked retail and I hated having to work those days, dealing with the idiots who would say how sad it was we had to work on a holiday. Got in trouble once for mentioning that if they hadn't come in to the store, then management wouldn't make us open. So I'm a hypocrite. But I needed the beans and in a city the size of LA, me not shopping isn't going to make a difference. The place was packed. So I got some Cool Whip, too.

Called home and found out that my great aunt Mary had died in October. She was 104 and was a twin. I don't remember when her sister Margaret died. They always told the story of how their own father couldn't tell them apart and used to call them Mary-Margaret. Didn't matter which one he was speaking to, he just said Mary-Margaret. Funny, but kind of sad, too. They were a great couple of ladies.

I'd better get to it - got a big stack waiting for me on my desk and I haven't even touched the football yet.