I am going to have a Wuss-out Wednesday and I am not going to apologize. Maybe I will apologize. Or maybe it will be too much trouble even to do that.
Oh, quit playing that imaginary violin. Like you never got tired at the end of a long day! Get over yourself! Or don’t get over yourself. I am trying to avoid telling other people what to do, although one must admit, sometimes the temptation to do so is overwhelming.
I worked a ten-hour day today, and it was one of those days where the tenth hour was tacked on at the end. Why is it that so much more tiring than going in two hours instead of one hour early? That may be a good question for some half-baked philosophy on Lame Post Friday. Will I even make it to Friday? I suppose there is no reason to fear I will not, but the temptation to express myself dramatically is sometimes overwhelming.
Leaving work an hour later than usual, I nonetheless headed to the laundromat, something of a nemesis to me these days. Perhaps I could have gone out and bought new underwear, but I was running out of clean everything else as well. I started late enough that I was not finished when Steven got home from work. He called me on my cell phone then drove to Ilion to join me.
Naturally the temptation to send out for food was overwhelming. Steven called Sorrento’s, which is right across the street from the laundromat. Unfortunately, we were done folding and our food was going to be 45 minutes. Now what? Sorrento’s does not have a bar where we could sit and have a drink while we waited.
“There’s Crossway’s Tavern,” I suggested, not thinking Steven would go for it. Steven went for it.
As we sat at the bar at Crossways, I said I would write a blog post about it. However, now that we are home, in our comfy clothes and have eaten, all I really want to write is a Wuss-out Wednesday. The temptation to do so is, as you might guess, overwhelming.
Mohawk Valley Girl 