Today feels like a Friday to me, for some reason. It could be that I’ve been working steadily since Sunday morning. I got signed up to man a booth at a convention for a totally different division… I had never heard of the product before, but conveniently, I lived in Denver, where the convention was being held, so the Very Important Marketing Decision was made that “She will do.”
She = me and she also = scared of people, that fear coming in second only to: technology. And so she did not do so hot in the booth repping the unkown internet-y thing-y product. People came by and asked questions using words I had never heard of, and I would politely respond, “ACK! Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
I am now under the persuasion that training CAN, occasionally, be helpful.
Perhaps someday my company will come around to my way of thinking.
Meanwhile, it’s the birthday of a very special temporary Israeli housewife- so shalom and happy birthday, dearest! I hope you finally found the organic fruit market! Your present might be a little late, partially due to the fact that I do not think the postal service out there is all that efficient... and also partially due to the fact that I have not yet mailed it.
It’s snowing here, again. I actually like the snow, aesthetically-speaking. But it is interrupting my flow. I had started running (ha ha, I say “run” like I am going more than four miles an hour) again, what with the unusually warm weather, recently, and was feeling good about my pansy 9-9.5 minute jogs, every day. But then the conference happened, followed by snow, and well. I ate a marshmallow Peep for breakfast this morning, instead of getting out of my pajamas.
I’m not even sorry.
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6 comments:
Sounds like a breakfast for champions! Take it easy and Friday will be here sooner than you think.
If you're breaking the 10 minute mile barrier, you're my hero
One ought never to regret eating a marshmallow peep - the dance of joy it inspires is enough to jog loose any lingering calories
I am surpirised you had a Peep and not a Cadbury egg! Thanks for the B-day wishes. I found out that a letter mailed here only takes about 2 weeks. (Assuming the mail is somewhat consistent. I know, big assumption!) Are you going to mail yourself over to me? 'Cause that would be the best present!
Yoga gal- It IS a breakfast of champions! You should try it.
Diane- HA HA HA. no, dear. My "sprint" rarely gets above a 12.
Pauline- GOOD point.
Mel- I ran out of the Cadbury Eggs. Peeps were all that were left. ;-)
Gross, peeps? Really? I thought you had better taste than that.
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