This morning I got a phone call from the bank asking me to confirm that it was indeed ME that spent all that money in that short span of time.
That is how this girl rolls.
In my defense, I used an account that we barely use and I am glad the bank cares enough about me to call.
When I told the woman at the bank that it was Cyber Monday and I was Christmas shopping, she asked me if I got some great deals.
In other non-exciting news.
My employees were cranky today.
Snippy and short and one in particular, who has a pathetic life (that she created), made sure to point out little things that I was doing wrong. I don't know why she has to be so condescending but she can just suck it.
Ok, I am done.
I did not let their negativity rub off on me though. I really want to snap back at them a lot but I have to be the bigger person (bleh) so I try to smile and move on.
I did make the snide comment to another server who thanked me for fixing something, "well, I CAN do something right after all".
Sometimes I feel like I don't quite belong and then I realize, "hey, I own this place and you can go at any time but I am
Ok, I am done again.
I was watching a new talk show yesterday aptly titled The Talk.
Have you seen it?
Not too bad but Julie Chen was talking about having 59 people at her house last year for Thanksgiving and how crazy it was and then this year it was just her and her hubby and baby and how quiet it was and she wanted to extend the offer to the 59 people for next year.
Because we are crazy like that. All of us.
No matter how much our families can push our buttons and despite the number of times that homocide was diverted, we still want to be together.
My sister Mel and I were discussing this the other day how when we are in the midst of insanity (like say, on a girls trip to NYC for a certain person's 40th birthday) and it feels like a huge mistake at the time, you look back later and remember how fun it was despite the flare-ups and ugliness
We recalled how a year ago, we were naively planning our soiree to the Big Apple and how nice it would be to get away again.
How soon we forget.
People have different personalities (some of us, including myself, have several) and when things get tricky, ie: icy temps, hangovers, rude cabbies, even ruder tourists who ram into you at Century 21 and never say excuse me, impromptu blizzards, different eating schedules, confined spaces and confusing subway maps, tempers flare.
In the grand scheme of things, we look back and
And so we will.
On December 18th and 19th, we are going to Eureka Springs for a sister's weekend.
Call us crazy and wish us luck.
And pray there isn't a blizzard cause 2 days is our limit.
And if you are gonna be in ES at that time, just look for the 4
Cause that is how easily we forget the bad times and move on.
And hopefully, the next time one of us turns 40 (MS???), we will be going somewhere together again. Maybe with our husbands, maybe not but hopefully together.
Mom would be proud. And probably worried.
And if she was still with us, she would totally be invited.
Knowing her, she would feign diarrhea and stay home, muttering something about "that hellish trip to Dallas' or "that journey to
Don't forget the gift exchange, if you are in, let me know by Friday and at that time I will match you up and give the silly rules.