So much for my going to bed before 10:30 last night. I actually didn’t fall asleep until sometime after 1 this morning. My brain just wouldn’t shut off, and I couldn’t get comfortable. I’m glad at least I don’t have to get up early tomorrow, although I’ll be up between 6:30 and 7. Sleeping that late will feel like a luxury, given my lack of snoozing this week. I hope next week is better.
As such, with being sleep-deprived, I’m also still crabby as hell. We got some snow flurries this afternoon.
I know, it’s hard to even see any snow flurries. I had to remind myself that it’s going to be close to 40°F tomorrow, and they’re predicitng 50°F for Sunday! Even if anything sticks, it won’t be here for very long!
I also got annoyed by the amount of spam I keep getting in the email account attached to my blog. No, I do not want to enlarge my non-existant penis. I’m a woman. I don’t want bigger breasts either, thank you very much. I do not need a scooter at no cost to me, help with my snoring problems, or to refinance my house at the LOWEST RATES IN HISTORY! Believe it or not, I’m not yet old enough to qualify for AARP’s services thank you, Mr. email@example.com. I really don’t care if you’re my long-lost cousin’s husband’s uncle’s sister’s mother’s dog’s father’s lawyer from Uganda or Nigeria who’s now living in the UK. I’m pretty sure the £190,000,000.00 left by some poor sod with no next of kin isn’t going to materialize in my checking account any more than Stephen Fry as Jeeves is going to materialize in my kitchen. And even if I did get that money, I sure as hell am not sharing it with you! STOP FLOODING MY DAMN INBOX!!!
Okay, I feel a little better now that I got that out of my system. I told y’all I was crabby! I informed Jay almost first thing this morning that we were getting George’s for dinner tonight, and I planned on calling in the order before I left work. I’m exhausted, the kitchen’s a bit of a pit, and while I know we’ve spent far too much on eating out this week, I’m not cooking. I discovered a couple days ago that save a year-old frozen cod fillet, we have no meat in our freezer at the moment. About 8 bags of tater tots (I don’t really get what happened there–I’m obviously slacking on my meticulous grocery shopping/pantry-checking process), but no pork chops, no chicken, no beef. Oops. So, George’s it was:
It was either this, or I cracked open a bottle of wine. I figured that it’s been a good long while since I’ve had a White Russian, so I’d make one tonight. And it is delicious, partially thanks to the cream I bought last night. I don’t know yet if we’re going to Sioux Falls tomorrow or Sunday, but I think in the meantime, I’m just going to chill for the rest of the evening.