So I says to myself, Self! ...

The garbage man likes to beat me to the task on Thursdays. I swear it's a personal battle. I came in the other week at a quarter to seven and the garbage had already gone! WHO DOES THAT? Not this morning - No way. I showed up at the funeral home at about Six fifteen and had six bags AND paper product waiting for him. I won't lose this battle. I'm up earlier than YOU buddy. Boss man says last night on the phone around nine that he will get it done in the morning around 7:15 when he got in. I tell him not to worry about it it will be done. So... Here I sit - at the funeral home - it's almost time to turn the lights on and the garbage is STILL outside. My coffee is cold - I need a top off, I need to pee - but I refuse to do any of this til that garbage is gone. What good will waiting do? Absolutely nothing.



Today will be a day of reorganizing this desk. Well, a re would be the assumption that it was organized to begin with. Time to give it the "touch of Femmy" ... No one is around to mess it up til Monday so I need my space clean... Or I can't function. That's about the extent of today. Cleaning, organizing, making busy. Have everything set and confirmed for the services on Saturday.... and the beat goes on.



Tonight, I leave earlyish to use my "cosmetizing skills" (lol) ... To do the make up on a good friend of mine's daughter for her grade eight graduation. After that, I'll hit the Business after five on my way home in Ridgeway - sneak a few snacks - then back home to try and catch up with my own life.


Yup. Not too much fun, nor exciting things to say today.