Anyway, yesterday I couldn't get myself to concentrate and focus at work to save my life. For 8 hours I kept busy and did nothing. I went home last night, made dinner & ate it with my Husband (which is an accomplishment considering we are still in season...yeah golf), played with my warm puppy, started the cleaning process on the house, took in the premier of Grey's Anatomy. With the jock jams soundtrack playing in my head this morning...I was determined that today was going to be a better, more productive day. Off I go...out the door early which means:
Happiness in the form of a Starbucks, non-fat peppermint mocha! Wahoo! (I once saw a former co-worker/boss/volunteer man at Starbucks. He is 75-85 depending on who you ask. He kindly offered to buy my drink and if you knew him you would understand there is no point in protesting as he WILL get his way...just save yourself the time and say thank you. He ordered his black coffee and I ordered the above drink. He slowly turned to me and said "Are you getting coffee or dessert?" Ouch. What better way then to start you day with dessert? Really.)
Anyway, back to the day at hand. As I am waiting for my chocolate happiness in a cup, I look out the window and see this:
I am loving the age range you gave the former co-worker/boss/volunteer man. I am pretty sure we celebrated 76 at least 3 times. Haha :)
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