so...quickly: I worked eight hours on Black Friday, at two different stores. One store is a small one in a strip mall and the other was the mall store. Holy cow. There were times when my face actually hurt from smiling for two hours straight. Today I worked six hours at the small store, which was still relatively busy. I got called a loser by some kid who is "almost eighteen." Ack!
I took the bus home and got rows done on the hat.
I immediately upon arriving home grabbed the dog and walked her to the same park we walked to the last time we lived alone. It's at the corner of Plumas and Monroe. We re-filled the grocery bag dispenser (which I'll get a picture of if we're ever there in the day time) and then she pooped and I bagged it and threw it out. All my responsibility done for the day, I was giddy with all the civilization. The walk to the park is fabulously cared-for sidewalks, the park is fenced and has a plastic bag dispenser, it's a HUGE lawn, is well-lit, and my breath puffs up in billowy clouds when I'm there, as does the dog's, pale reflections of the cloudy halo around the moon tonight. I'll go back out in a minute to take pictures of the moon with a real camera.
things are so wonderful here I found myself dnacing with the dog in a soccer field in the moonlight, singing along with Live on my iPod.
yay.
2 comments:
Glanvillia is better than Reno.
You just sit there in your snowy basement and take it, take it and like it!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to pay 37cents to ride a mile, pay $5 for three huge eggrolls, and then smoke half a Cuban cigar ($3). Best damn $10 Saturday you could ask for.
Of course in Reno, I hear there's a semi auto shotgun and some girl crazy enough to love me.
I LOVE YOU.
I didn't address the 'loser,' comment.
I wouldn't take it hard. They won't even let the kid vote, let alone own guns. There's probably a good reason for that, evidenced by a notable lack of self-control when dealing with a minor annoyance.
Yep.
Uh-huh.
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