My Jersey Boy comes home tomorrow, and as much as I am excited to see him again, I am a bit miffed that the last couple of weeks were not exactly fulfilling in the Getting Things Done department.
My menu plan and grocery shopping went ka-blooey the minute my grocery store was unable to provide me with salad bags.
I ordered a cheeseburger instead.
Then, my good intentions of making a big fruit salad went awry when I realized that my fridge decided to freeze everything in the fruit drawer.
So I had a burrito.
But the biggest fail of them all was the long list of projects that I set out to accomplish in each room. You know, things like re-organizing the cube room studio and cleaning and re-painting the walls.
Instead, I got a vicious bloody migraine on Sunday night that lasted until this morning. I didn't make it out of bed yesterday, which means I missed dialysis, which means I blew another thing on my to do list, which was to make it to every treatment with a smile and cheery disposition.
The pool has been occupied by enough people to fill it up, it is hot, humid, and steamy out there in Hoosierville, and I am out of Game of Thrones episodes to binge, since I finished re-watching the series on Friday while eating my cheeseburger (see above).
Damn, drat, and phooey.
On the positive side, I did manage to keep my nails Pepto pink, I changed and washed all of the bedding, and I started the patriotic canvaswork piece and am having a lot of fun with it. The plants outside didn't blow away during Saturday's storm, the freezer is empty enough to hold all of the Atlantic City Italian bread Rich will bring with, and I discovered enough Tylenol in the pill basket to last us through the apocalypse.
So I guess not all bad....just...unexpected.
Happy Tuesday, Dearies! I hope your corner of the world is safe and happy today. What's blowing your skirt up?