We were on the Cape with the in-laws and to the christening of Bub’s cousin’s little boy, James Patrick. He is adorable! It was trying at times being immersed in so much of Bub’s family in a concentrated time period and I should be a pro at this since Bub and I have been together for a while now, but I just seem to get so cranky. I really do need some space which I was able to get on the beach with my shuffle and with some Harry Potter. Yes, I’m slow to join all those that have enjoyed the phenomenon that is Harry Potter.
I’m feeling a bit better than I was last week. The flowers Bub sent survived the weekend while I was away and couldn’t bring them home since we left straight from work to go away. My car is having surgery as I write this. Well, OK, I don’t know about that. But I have the rental car that smells a bit like dog and I’ve bid my car a big goodbye while it gets some work done. In addition, we are going to see if we can get 1-2 other little imperfections fixed I was OK to live with since they’re rather minor, but since I’m now having real work done, I may as well get my Acura baby all gussied up!
I’m strangely sort of *happy*? Wait, that’s not right. OK. Yes, I’m OK to be here at work. The office is still heavenly in all its remoteness from the boss. I have a million emails and a ton to do from being out only 1.5 days, but a voicemail from a new contact at an organization we’ve been working with for a while gives me a sense of renewed hope since the woman who I thought was going to be my contact has given me every reason to find her snobby, stuck-up, and just plain rude. Doesn’t return phone calls, emails, and bails on an IN PERSON meeting. Yes, it’s true.
I still have a bunch of emails left waiting–some that could break the otherwise OK (happy?) mood I’m in.
My guy’s birthday is Saturday. My parents’ wedding anniversary is then, too. The eyebrows need help.
It’s Monday. I’m ready for a good week. (Knock on wood.)