Another Leisurely Day

I'm not thinking about the week ending.  I'm thinking about the day ahead. I think that's a good sign, isn't it?  It maybe helps that I have Monday off too even though that's more of a day of getting things done, like taking mom to the eye doctor and getting back to have the window guy take the final measurements of the windows that are getting replaced.

I plan on doing my Lake Michigan walk today but not as long. I have to get a prescription at Walmart this afternoon and mom is tagging along for a few things. I feel good about getting that money from the scratch off tickets.

I sound pathetic.  I'm using scratch off money from a lottery ticket to pay for gas.  Sigh. I was talking to my mom last night about decorating for the holidays. I said I hated it when I worked in the office because people made me feel like I had nothing.  It was all about keeping up with the joneses.  I couldn't keep up with myself and I didn't know what to say when people would ask.  

I see that there's another episode of South Park.  It sounds hilarious.  My mom was trying to figure out if she could use the VCR and maybe tape Stephen Colbert so I could cancel Paramount.  I told her it's fine. I like the Daily Show and South Park.  I can wait until May for cancelling. It's not a big deal.  

I used some of my mad money to get a sheet of postcard stamps.  I thought isn't that what mad money is for?  Use it for an emergency?  Telling people to get out and vote is an emergency. I guess it's a good excuse?

Tomorrow I get my eyebrows waxed.  What a luxury that is.  I haven't had it done for 2 months and have had a few instances where I've had patches of hair growing in odd places over my eyes.  I so dislike having hairy eyebrows.  Somehow blood seems to get drawn when I use the tweezers.  Nice imagery.

I'm going to get my day started.

I hope the good humans have a good day.

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