Well, here it is... Sunday, the first of 8 consecutive days off. Vacation. People have asked me what I'm going to be doing, plans for anything special, and the answer is "not really." Really, this is a vacation from work. I don't know how, but for some reason the notion has evolved that 'taking vacation' means going somewhere and spending lots of money. Not for me. My definition is solely based on the concept of getting paid to not have to go to work; to be able to do things I find enjoyable without the constraints of a work schedule.
A couple of things about last evening. When I got home from work I thought I might stream a little of the Olympics... right. I clicked on the NBC Sports link and got to watch 5 commercials in a row... that's not good. There was also a small box in the right hand corner of the my screen: "verify now." Since I pay for NBC Sports Gold, I figured I'd verify. Well, it seems that doesn't do it. Since I don't have FIOS cable I would need to purchase an NBC Sports Package if I wanted to stream the events from Pyongyang. Sorry. Guess I'm not going to be streaming the Olympics.
Then later, when I laid down to go to sleep... in the dark... the dogs jumped up on the bed as usual. Normally they find a comfortable spot and lay down... not last night. They seemed restless. Lying there, with the glow of the nightlight to dim to see anything but shadows, something wet landed on my face, right on my nose and mouth. It was furry, so I pulled it off and turned on the light. Big Seig had dropped his soggy, beaver... and it had landed... on my face. Believe me, I can't think of anything worse then to have a wet, soggy beaver on my face. So I threw it on the floor and turned the light off, and eventually he laid down too.
Since it's a drizzly, rainy morning, I think I'll go back to bed and take a bit of a nap. The dogs are already there... and the beaver is no where to be seen.
"I can't think of anything worse then to have a wet, soggy beaver on my face." - then thank the dogs and cats you never had a woman sit on your face! ain't it great to be gay!ReplyDelete
Thanks... I needed that... now I'm going to have to get myself a chicken sandwich.Delete
I threw up a little in my mouth ...thanks Anne Marie!ReplyDelete
any time, bob, any time!Delete
She's laughing, you know?Delete