For some reason, today doesn't really feel like Friday. I'm obviously thrilled that it is, but I just don't have that WOO IT'S FRIDAY feeling. Perhaps it's because I've been so miserable all week.
SHITS
- I'm so sick being cold. And furthermore, I'm sick of spending money out the ass to simply not freeze to death. I hate oil.
- It's supposed to snow again on Sunday, during which time I'll probably be a #snowplowwidow. Let's make that a trending hashtag. Go.
GIGGLES
- I'm getting my hair done tomorrow by my BFF Heather, and I am SO freaking excited about it. I've been wondering how long it would be until I could pull off these roots as an "ombre" look. (The answer is never.)
- I have my second PT appointment after work today, and I'm looking forward to it. I've been doing my weird neck exercises religiously all week, so I hope he sees a little bit of improvement, and teaches me some other weird stuff I can do all day while sitting at my desk.
- I made chicken alfredo last night for dinner, and it was downright amazing. I had originally planned to use a jar of Prego alfredo sauce, but I opened it, and it kind of smelled like nacho cheese. It was certainly "not-my-cheese" [ba-dum-ch...get it?!] that I wanted to serve to my family over perfectly seasoned chicken and al dente fettucine. So I made this go-to sauce I discovered a little while ago, which is so so so good. I need to remember to halve the recipe next time though because it made way too much.
Welp, that's really all I have to complain and rejoice about today...
After an awesome time beginning on Friday at 6 PM up until Sunday at about 8 PM (most of which having to do with food -- Italian Lodge Friday (HOLLA to my new fans!), Boro Saturday for lunch, Bube's Brewery for dinner that night) this week has totally sucked. Let's count the ways.
- We'll go ahead and get the Broncos completely blowing the biggest game of their careers out of the way first. There, I said it.
- Then I thought, well, hey, at least I have off on Monday! The governor then decided to point and laugh and call the rest of the state off as well. Bye bye, 7.5 hours of personal leave.
- Of course my physical therapy appointment was still on as scheduled, so I had to shovel my driveway, clean off my car, actually put a bra on and venture a mile out into the world. The appointment went great, but whilst I was in there, it proceeded to snow another two inches, and my vehicle was plowed into its spot.
- I then spent the rest of the day and night by myself, watching stupid daytime TV, and drinking beer rum and cokes. (I had a beer with my chicken enchilada lunch, it only seemed right for that moment.) Miah didn't get home from work until 11 PM, at which point, I was clearly sleeping.
- We didn't actually see each other with our eyes open and awake until last night at 8:30 PM, since I obviously worked yesterday, and he had to take Emma to soccer at 6:00 last night.
- Fast forward to this morning, when I thought I'd wake up to a solid 3 inches of snow with a 1/4-inch of ice on top of it and receive a day off work (a free one this time)...alas, we were only granted a 3-hour delay and I had to again, clean off my car, put a bra on, and leave the house. [#firstworldproblems] My car was like a giant Ford Igloo. I almost fell several times, while trying to simultaneously avoid being impaled by flying icicles in all directions.
I'm at work now, and to give yet another indication of how shitty today was: I starting writing this post at 11:20 this morning...it is now 4:09. I hate actually having to do WORK at work.
