boring Monday

Mondays have been horrible lately. I wake up exhausted... have to be at work early... work is crazy... it's been like that for several Mondays in a row... this morning Ginger left work sick at 9am and I had to absorb her work into my day. It was ... well, it was a Monday.

Of course, there are always bright spots in the day. A lady came in to talk about her homeowners insurance and figured out that I'm "Jim's sister" and went on for about twenty minutes about how wonderful my brother is. I know... I know... and Angie... and the girls... I had new pictures of the girls so I shared those. I still love living in a small town.

I still miss Publix and Starbucks and Chickfila.

Twice in the past week I've been accused of being a city girl. So??? City folks would call me a country girl. I think I'm sorta of a Suburb Sally who just adapts to her environment.

My brother Bryan and his gf Candice leave for Paris on Thursday! I'm living vicariously through them.

Austin came home from school with a black eye. He bumped heads with someone in P.E. which is now called Personal Fitness instead of Physical Education... I freaked out when I saw it. Obviously whatever adult was responsible for the class was less than responsible. PE is his last class of the day... they just stuck him on a school bus with a potential head injury without a word to anyone. I'll be chatting with the school in the morning.

Tomorrow I have an MRI scheduled. It's not a big deal but its one of those things that makes me feel like a sad single girl. There should be a handsome man in the waiting room wringing his hands with worry. That whole fairy tale didn't exactly play out like I thought it would in my last relationship... so maybe that's not what really happens. Of course, we don't find anything out tomorrow. They do the MRI and then send the results to my doctor and he'll be out of town next week so I don't even see him until the 14th.

I seriously need to hang up my clean laundry. I've got a mess going on... and no motivation to correct it.

No Jon and Kate Plus 8 tonight... I think I'm going to read and go to bed early.

Ryan heads back to Pennsylvania today. Bye Boo Boo!

The bride and groom from this weekend are 24 and 23. He will be 24 next month. Yes, they are young but I was a lot younger when I married my kids' dad. I was not quite 18.

The wedding venue was an antebellum home. It was nice and scenic but I didn't get the same "old house vibes" that I usually get. I think because they had made several modifications to make it usable.

Purple Michael messaged me last night about needing a bed&breakfast weekend... we soooo need a vacation together! I'll say it again... Chicago is SOOOO lucky!

My phone is ringing and I am totally unmotivated to answer.

Love and hugs, y'all!