Wednesday
Today I asked Sean to "plz make me write tonight," and unfortunately for me, he took this job very seriously. So now here I am trying to come up with something to write about. And I'm blanking.
Side note: I feel like adding a bunch of gifs is the blog post version of adjusting the margins or font size on a paper for school to make it seem longer. Or like when you were a kid and your parents made you write thank-you notes, and you'd write really large to fill the space. (Speaking of, how hilarious are these thank-you notes my sister and brother-in-law doggy nieces wrote when they were five?)
I watched The Little Mermaid a few weeks ago and started writing some thoughts about it, but that's on my work computer, which is at the office, so I can't even work on that one right now.
So instead here's a recap of my day...even though nothing remotely interesting happened.
I woke up at 5ish and went to the gym solo. Sean was out late last night at a Lightning game, so he slept in. EVERYONE at the gym asked where Sean was, and I was like, "Y'all better ask where I am any time I don't show up. Sheesh." And they were like, "We don't." Just kidding.
Then I went home and noticed that our tax return had landed in our account! YES.
Your girl needed that. So then I paid off one of my credit cards (!!!!!!!!!!!) and then got ready for the day. Because of my newfound (and also very temporary) riches, I decided to stop at Starbucks on the way to work. I'M SORRY. I usually stop at a local coffee shop if anywhere, but I was just so not in the mood to get out of the car, and the local shop does not have a drive through.
That doesn't make it better, huh?
On my way to Starbucks, it occurred to me that if I happened to see the barista that I used to see when I went to Starbucks all the time, I wouldn't be able to talk to him about his most recent show (he's a theatre dude, and we used to bond over that because my mom's a playwright), so then I started panicking and wondering if I should try to find him on Instagram so I would know what to say. But I didn't. Turns out he wasn't working this morning anyway.
After I paid, Not Theatre Guy was like, "See ya tomorrow!" and I said, "No, you won't," and then realized how rude that must have sounded.
Then I went to work.
(I just saved like ten of these clock gifs by accident because I couldn't figure out how to left click on this computer.)
For lunch, I decided to treat myself to Chipotle (had a very treat yo self day), and I chose to eat it on my drive instead of waiting until I got home because I am an idiot I didn't want to have to share it with the dogs. (Oh, gosh. When you have kids, do you have to share your food with them? I can't.)
Got. That. Shit. All. Over. Me.
Total mess. I had sour cream all over my pants. Corn, black beans...it was just everywhere. It also made it really hard to yell at all the snowbirds on my way home because I had a mouth full of burrito. (Literally every car I saw was from Canada or Michigan. If you can't handle Florida at its summer, you don't deserve Florida at its "winter." GO HOOOOOME.)
The mess was so bad that I had to change my pants when I got home. And the dogs were straight up licking my legs trying to get the residue off of me. Not my proudest moment.
Let's see. What happened next?
After hanging with the dogs for a little while, I headed back to work for the afternoon. Watched a live video of some chickens for a while. Emailed our dog influencer to see if he had any openings for National Pet Month. Received an Edible Arrangement from one of our human influencers (delicious!). Had some conference calls. Not much else to report...
Then I went home, and Sean and I watched Guy's Grocery Games, and then he was like, "Bro. You said you were going to write tonight. Go write." And then I started writing this disaster of a blog post, so I guess you all have Sean to thank for this one.
