First thing this morning..
Boss: Sarah, I need you to hold down the fort today. My son is having his jaw realigned and I’m headed to B’ham.
Me: Oh, I didn’t know about your son’s jaw! I’m so sorry to hear that.
Boss: You did know! I told you that!
Me: No, I have access to YOUR calendar, not your son’s.
Boss: Well, I’m giving you access. I want you to control his auditions from now on.
Me: No kidding. Someone should’ve stopped him from auditioning for Grease.
I’m sleepy this morning. Very, very sleepy. I don’t know why, but I’ve been getting the most restless sleep for the past month. I’ve been having the most vivid dreams, and they’re always active, and they keep me awake. And of course, this morning I could’ve slept in a bit, but Mabel wanted to play with Charlie.. Mabel is a morning person, much to her mother’s chagrin.. and Charlie wasn’t hearing it. So there was much howling in my house this morning. (A deaf dog doesn’t bark. She makes strange noises.)
Tonight is Lee’s first football game, playing Grissom. We may go. Then again, “Lee” and “football” usually are only included in the same sentence when it’s a joke.
I CANNOT WAIT until Sept. 3rd. Aside from the obvious reason, it is also the kick-off game for the Crimson Tide. I am dying for some college football. It will be sad, not having Delle around this year to watch games with me. Iron Bowls were especially fun, since I bleed Crimson and she’s from a long line of Tigers.
Random thoughts from lil ole me:
I put too much product in my hair this morning, and now it feels strange. This usually means it’s time for a haircut.
I vote down the new Crest Whitening Expressions “Tropica Exotica”. I thought I would like it, because it had coconuts on the picture, but then I learned that there’s a reason there’s no coconut-flavored toothpastes already. Because it’s nasty. And too sweet. And toothpaste should not taste GOOD. Bryan also seconds.
I think Old Navy should send me an advance of their season lines before they hit the stores, so I can wear them and make everyone drool, and then they’ll sell more when they hit the stores. This is really NOT to insinuate that I wear clothes better than anyone else or that anyone drools over my clothes, but this line of thinking (hypothetically) gets me free clothes twice a year.
I saw the “Napoleon Dynamite” guy on a teen award show on Tuesday night. He was hysterical. And.. oddly.. HOT.
I am taking the Friday before my birthday off. I’ve decided to have a manicure and pedicure done that day, and maybe even tan a bit. Just for me.
Delle comes home tomorrow!