Same Poo different day

Published March 20, 2014 by Tritrigirl

It’s Thursday.  I went to boot-y camp.  Got the poo beat outta me by boot-y camp.  It was a hard day but it was a blast!  Sad I only have a few days left but I’m not going to pay an extra $75 / month to go on top on my gym membership so…you know…Scott offered to pay for it once and I told him he could just give me the $75 a month instead.  😛

Anyway, skipped yoga last night and met the boys out for dinner to discover Scott was out with a co-worker and had left Mike in charge of Tater tot…now Tater Tot is pretty well behaved but that wasn’t exactly what Mike signed up for when he agreed to bring the kiddo to dinner.  I was annoyed on his behalf too.  When Scott showed up (finally) he’d already had a few beers and proceeded to give Mike shit in front of Scott’s new co-worker for things that have occurred at past parties and gatherings.  The same shit he gives him EVERY TIME we go out.

I’m sitting there watching Mike and I can’t tell if he’s getting annoyed but I sure as hell am so I kept trying to change the subject and we eventually got it changed at which point we all asked for checks and get the hell out of there.  There are days when I look at Scott and think, you know, you’re an asshole.  It’s not all the time and I’m sure he has those moments with me but last night just seemed unnecessary.  Like, cool story, bro, you should get new material.  Ah well.  I don’t know Mike well enough to figure out if he was annoyed or not.  I almost apologized on Scott’s behalf though.

So today, I’m trying to get through as much work as I can as quickly as I can because I’m leaving in 30 minutes to go get my hair done.  Then taking the rest of the afternoon off.  I used to not take the afternoon off when I’d get my hair done but depending on what Jaime’s doing it can take from 2-3 hours and in the end that’s a long time for me to be away from my desk so it’s easier to take the afternoon.  I’m thinking a self date lunch after the primping and then a NAP.

I started knitting over the weekend and it dawned on me that I have no idea what the hell I’m knitting.  I do have a few patterns but reading them is crazy…I’m also not one of those that can read something and know how to do it (Scott is, bastard).  I have to be shown, plus I’m a lefty doing it right handed.  So, I’m really just practicing because I’m still getting used to it (thank you Wiki-How videos).  And honestly, it’s somewhat soothing in a way and it keeps me from picking and chewing my fingers when I’m watching TV (bonus).  If I can get over that then I will start getting my nails done again.  I just never do as great a job as those ladies at the nail salon when I do it at home.

Tonight the potatoes (lol) go to their mom’s and Scott and I are doing something, I think…probably watching the DVR.  Tomorrow he’s going to see Flogging Molly with friends and I’m going to try to hang out with Mike.  I’m trying to be cool about it…

Me: “Have plans for Friday?”

Him: “Not that I know of, what’s up?”

Me: “Scott’s going to a concert so I was asking around to see what people were up to.  (Like I’ve really asked anyone else so far)  So, if you’re not busy I may bug you to do something.”

Him: “Okay, just let me know.”


On another note I discovered that today is International Happiness Day?  So uh…

Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do

– Happy – Pharrell

You know you wanna clap…yes, yes, you do, come on now….  PS – Be glad it isn’t EVERYTHING IS AWESOME!  😛

Happy Thursday!


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