So, uh, the weather is going to warm up next week for a couple of days, but, uh, today it is too cold to do any Socmaonkeyjawea Indian fire dancing outside, let along grilling . . . so hmmmm. Der Bingle stayed in Dayton for work so here I am wondering if I should take the pledge of DOING SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE. Yikes, I really don’t want to, but I gave myself a treat with the promise that I would work all day long. I should have had more will power.
But, anyway, now I’m starting and to keep myself honest, I am listing down what I do. And if I don’t update this post, it is because I am a cad. Holy Moses, my red-headed Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse cohorts are already marking their ballots; yes: CAD. Such faith in the character of AmeliaJake . . . tsk, tsk, tsk.
Now, they’ve started a pool: If I do start, they are all picking times when they predict I will quit. It’s not working . . . everybody wants two minutes after I start. Foo will keep the money until they figure it out. (Foo is pretty smart.)
OKAY, HERE IS THE UPDATE:
I actually did it; I worked until 7:20 pm without sitting down . . . and then I took a shower. To boost my morale I kept track of what I did on a piece of computer paper – small writing, both sides. WOO-HOO. Oh, my butt hurts.
Now, the question is: Do I want to get up and do this again tomorrow? Not really, but since I visit Mrs. Feller on Sunday afternoon through evening, I’ll have to shower and be on my way by 3:30 pm. So maybe I’ll give it a go. Actually, Foo has put her green eye shade on and is insisting I bet my winnings in the pool money double or nothing. I think she knows something about muscles stiffening overnight.
Oh, do you remember Foo? Well, in case you don’t, here she is:
