So Much For That Idea...

Showtime again tomorrow. Means frantic work tonight, getting up at an ungodly hour tomorrow, 8 hours of hard, physical work and cheerful selling, often at the same time, before dragging myself home. I was looking forward to a quiet evening at home with takeout and football, then sleeping all Sunday morning, something I desperately need.

Nope. I knew Mom was babysitting the nephews Saturday night; I just found out, she's doing it at home, overnight. I have to entertain the boys all night Saturday, and likely in the morning; even if I don't have to watch them in the morning, they'll be too noisy for me to sleep. I love them, really I do, but I really needed the rest this weekend.

Watercooler Talk

As my supervisor and I trade discussions of our respective dogs' reactions to new brands of kibble, the boss's dog has chosen to nosh on fiberglass insulation, and the associate attorney's dog spent the morning sampling poinsettia leaves, it occurs to me that perhaps our office spends too much time on the topic of dog vomit.