Sunday, October 07, 2012

Last Week: Just the Facts

Number of blog posts I wanted to write (for Creekhiker and my Glass Bead Blog): 9
Number actually written: 2
Days I had a fever this past week: 3
Days I had a tummy ache from eating recalled Almond butter: 4
Days I got to swim: 6
Days I HAD to nap: 6
Days Mabel got "the short hike" because I wasn't up to par: 2
Days Mabel distracted me into taking the "long way" home: 2
Parties I attended where I knew no one save for my bestie: 1
Number of beads I sold in a random order that made my spirits soar: 3
Nights I laid awake sneezing: 7
Nights my dog tired of playing with me and gave me "the look" when I tried to continue our game: 2
 Baby is always ready to play; Mabel, not so much!

Weirdest question of the week: Do you play the ukelele?
Number of strange critters behind my house heard in the night: 3
Number of times I'm certain I had a Mallory flyover: 2
The last time I heard Mallory: 5:30 a.m.
Days notice I had to ship 8 last minute packages to my restaurant chain customer: 1/24
Hours early that I finished said order because my brain fog told me that overnights left my town at 2 pm: 1.5
Gratitude for that extra time on a scale of 1 - 10: 11



5 comments:

♥♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥♥ said...

Sounds like it is time for a much better week - hope it is a good one.

Woos - Phantom, Thunder, Ciara, and Lightning

Maggie Mae and Max said...

Hopes you is feelin' better soon and dat next week will be better fur you too :) Happy Sunday!

Woofs and Licks,
Maggie Mae and Max

harrispen said...

Sorry you were feeling so poorly this week. I hope next week goes much better.

Cindy

rottrover said...

LOL!! Mabel doesn't care of you had a bad week! She's sticking her tongue out at her MOM!!

Snowbrush said...

I don't suppose you saw a doctor in regard to the bad almond butter, but if you did, you might have grounds for a settlement. Whether you would want to pursue it is another matter, but someone screwed-up and you suffered for four days because of that screw-up.

Your dog becoming tired of playing with you is certainly a more serious matter. Dogs today just aren't what they were back in Mississippi when you and I were kids. I don't know if it's because the only ones we ever see are Yankee dogs who have no religion and therefore don't accept their god-assigned task of pleasing their parents rather than expecting their parents to please them, or whether you and I just aren't as interesting as we used to be, but if there's one thing to be said for cats, their idea of a good time is taking a nice nap in a snug and quiet location, and, by golly, I can see that they get it.