It feels like Sunday today. This is precisely because yesterday was a) not a workday and b) payday. I spent the morning planning my meals for the next two weeks (oh, excitement, thy name is Heather) and then I spent the afternoon hitting up the bank, Wal Mart, and both grocery stores. (I get E's special foods at one store and all the cheapie stuff at another store.) By the time I got home, I was beat. Today feels like Sunday because I hit up our last beginning-of-the-month store, Costco. I figured I better get in there and fight the crowds because tomorrow they're going to be closed. I am now beat, again.
The reason I bring all this up is that I'm glad it's not actually Sunday yet, because I have a lot to do before I go back to work. Namely: think about work. I don't want to spend my weekend running around like a chicken with my head cut off (which is what I feel like today).
So if you will excuse me, I will now go take my last nap of 2010, and after that I'll eat my last smoked pork roast of 2010, and maybe watch my last movie of 2010. E is at the vet with Hurley dog--hopefully they can figure out why he can't stop regurgitating his food every time he eats. Perhaps he thinks he's a mama bird? I'm telling you, it's a rockin' New Year's Eve over here.