Hmmm, half day for training Friday. The Great Fish Quest Saturday. Church and football Sunday, after waking up from strange dreams...ah yes, here we are at Monday...
It was a crazy day at work today. So many people were out that even Supervisor Ronnie put on a pair of gloves and worked on the lines. I had to go help out in another area, but before I went, I wrote on our rate chart the following:
STANFORD - 35
ARMY -- 0
In large letters. Very large letters. Then, I loudly explained to a co-worker, "Navy and Air Force both won their games this weekend. The only service academy that lost was ARMY."
Group Leader Fernando said, "You just made your day a whole lot worse!"
But it really wasn't, other than everyone being so shorthanded. I had to run back and forth between my work station and one over on line 1, because they had so many people out.
After work, I had to run to the store because my milk was getting sour. I was trying to hurry up and drink it all up, but this morning, I realized I wouldn't make it. While I was there, I found these:
They taste OK, but are hard as a rock. It's a bit like gnawing on a hockey puck. I like soft cookies. I won't be buying these again.
And last...
At last, I have finally picked up the long neglected Kyle blanket.
Poor Kyle has been waiting forever for this thing. It didn't help that four rows in, I decided I didn't like the way it looked and started over. Yeah...
I'd started doing it in entrelac, but I felt it was puckering too much. So I ripped it and am now doing it in mitered squares. It's going much better now.
I dreamed Saturday night that I was going through some kind of Army training (?), and they'd taken my glasses away. I couldn't figure out what I was supposed to be doing, because I couldn't see. I got so frustrated that I started crying, and the instructor said, "THERE IS NO CRYING IN THE ARMY!!!!" But when he left the room, I said, "I don't care what he says, I'm going to get my glasses." So I did.
I still woke up crying, though. I haven't done that in a while.
There was something else I was going to tell you, but I can't remember what it was now. I guess that means it's time for bed. Maybe I'll think of it tomorrow.
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