I am so full. I just had dinner - roasted chicken, ala Target', and cooked cabbage, ala Jamie'. Yes, yes--I know you hate cooked cabbage. I'm sorry you do - but I love it. Yep, I also know that only mu-mu wearing old grandma's that keep a kleenex tucked in their bra make and eat it, but hey - I am a grandma, without the mu-mu, kleenex - or bra (LOL just kidding). Sorry. I LOVE it. And I have to say, it's wonderful to cook and eat any damned thing I want to. teeheehee...
Crazy day on the job. Crazy whole week, really. It's funny in this business, you never know what the day will bring. This week brought car deals, several...and really crazy customers. I like it. Some days I want to choke them, many days they are just plain funny.
I started the day with an ironing board - (new) that hangs on the back of my bathroom door - and a pair of black pants that go with the suit I wanted to wear, that had wrinkles. So naturally - I thought ironing would be the way to go. Twenty minutes and two owies later, I realized that I could not open the new ironing board. There is a little lever at the base, that is supposed to just pop open when pressed. Um huh, yeah...my fingers are not strong enough. I went to work with wrinkled pants and a blog post in my head about how things just plain, effin', do not OPEN any more. Not ironing boards, bottles, cd's, movies, medications, soda's, beer bottles, or any damned thing. NOTHING FREAKING WILL OPEN anymore. NOTHING. I fight with nearly everything I bring into my humble abode. Am I too old? Are things packaged so differently these days? Is it the cabbage? WHY can't I open stuff? Am I the only one? Plastic here, plastic there....bottles encased all the way around in it...lids that are so freakin sealed that I have to get a muscle man to open it? WTH??? Seriously...I want to know. Do YOU struggle to open things? Or am I just too freakin' old and feeble to take care of myself these days? Answer me, please.
Happy Sucky Thursday tomorrow. I'm gone. :)