If we were having coffee, I’d be on my second cup…and loving it. Since I seldom have 2 cups, the second one is sheer luxury. One more reason to love the weekends.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that this particular weekend is my hubby’s birthday and, though he just got a very spiffy new truck, we’ll probably do something to celebrate…we just don’t know what right now. Any suggestions? He’s pretty set on seeing a movie and I, being my outgoing, extrovert self, want nothing to do with that.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you work just gave me a change in my position for next year…and it’s one that no other colleague wants, so I have to study, literally study all this stuff to learn how to do it right. I’ve already started and I can tell you the subject is dreadful. I can see why no one wants this position and that I will definitely make mistakes. This is no easy walk in the park. Wish me luck.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that River, at the ripe old age of 5, is starting to become quite the grump. Just like his mother, he wants nothing to do with the outside world and will only leave the house when his bladder absolutely demands it. He’s also developed quite a taste for kisses and demands those more and more frequently. Finally, he’s starting to ignore his father and will only listen to yours truly. This last issue doesn’t sit well with my lovely hubby who believes I have spoiled him silly.
Isn’t it lovely to just sit, talk and have a lovely cup of coffee? The only thing that could make this better would be a book…but then I’d be ignoring you and that’s just not right. How was your week? Any news on your end? Talk to me.