…coming to work.

It’s crazy. All morning before I get to work, I’m all about getting stuff done at work. Like – really working. Finishing projects, feeling accomplished. As soon as I sit my ass in my comfy work chair, suddenly doing everything not work related is priority one. Priority two – procrastinate in whatever way possible. I don’t understand what happens from point A to point B.

Anyway, weekend wasn’t bad. I didn’t really get anything done, but that’s okay. Friday night we stayed home. I was in bed by 9pm, which was nice. I just didn’t want to move. I got a sudden burst of energy at like, midnight. But at that point, was forced to just go to sleep since the hubs had come to bed. Saturday I drove him to work (poor boy) and then bought birthday gifts for my friend L who we had a surprise party for that evening. We went out for dinner and when we got back to her house, like, 20 people scared the hell out of her. It was pretty good. We stayed late and I didn’t really go to sleep until about 3:30am.

She informed us during dinner that she and her hubby are seriously considering buying a house in Costa Rica and moving there. I thought she was kidding. But they’re serious. I almost started to cry. I have very few lady friends here in Minneapolis, and even less that I am such good friends with. I mean, I’ll live if she moves, but for my own selfish reasons I hope she doesn’t do it. :~(

Anyway, Sunday we went to the Home & Patio show (pretty much a waste of time – except we have some dude coming to our house this week to give us an estimate on how much new windows would cost) and then Target. I proceeded to spend the rest of the evening switching between watching Cops and sleeping. Martini – I see I missed your call. Tonight’s the night. I hope you’re around.

Tomorrow night, book club.

And I still can’t wait to get my new glasses already!!!