Well, Labor Day went fine. Why is it that you can work for hours at someone else’s house but the “To do” list never gets done at your own house? I tried to work from home on Friday, it went pretty well. Since I was home “working” I decided I could tackle some of the mounting tasks on the StevieDo list. Like holding down the “Super-Squishy Elle Shaped Sofa of Love” and vacuuming out its crevices. I had to question my ability to work from home when I found myself screaming down the stairs
“If ya don’t know how to use the cord re-winder thingy on the vacuum, then don’t use the vacuum!!”
I take my vacuum very seriously. Fuzzy responded,
“Uh…No please no.”
I ran into every single (Denver based) ex-boyfriend at The Eagle LaborDay blowout. They, as a collective had gotten extremely fat. Not phat, fat. Even the muscle heads had bloated. As you can guess, it was a GREAT night. At this point we won’t mention that I’ve gone from 34 Levis to 36. Maybe more.