Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Gotta Love a Two-Day Week....

My favorite kind of work week: a Monday and a Friday. Well, not really, but it seemed like it. We even got to wear jeans today, since it was the last day before the long Thanksgiving weekend. We didn't actually get permission to wear jeans, but we did and we're still employed, so there.

I am definitely NOT a day-after-Thanksgiving shopper. I just saw a commercial on television that I could have saved $50 on the GPS I got for Sweet Girl's Christmas present (don't worry, even though she has the link, she wouldn't be caught dead reading her mom's blog) if only I were willing to show up at 5:00 AM Friday morning. That ain't happening. Oh I don't mind getting up that early. I frequently get up earlier than I have to on days when I don't have to go to school. Last Friday, when I played hooky? I was up at 5:45.

And Friday I will be in a state of high excitement, looking forward to the wealth of college football games from which to choose over the weekend. But I am not going to battle the traffic, the crowds, and the crazies just to save $50. Or $100. I apologize if I just called you a crazy. I'm just sayin'.

I don't have any more refills on my blood pressure medicine, so it's time for my twice-yearly visit to my friendly GP, whom I like a lot even if she DOES appear to be about 12 years old. And she keeps going on maternity leave, which means I have to see the doctor in that practice whom hubby is fond of but I CAN'T STAND. I called the office today for an appointment, expecting to make an appointment for early in December. The friendly receptionist asked if I could come in on November 28th at 11:40. Glancing at my calendar, I realized I wouldn't be in school that day, so that would be perfect.

Only after I hung up did I realize what I had done. Scheduled a doctor's appointment for the day after Thanksgiving. The day when I try very hard not to leave the house. I usually put up the Christmas tree and decorate it while I overdose on college football. Hubby either works or plays golf (or both, he's extremely talented that way), so the day is mine. I don't have to put on a bra or make-up or anything other than sweats.

Usually.

A doctor's appointment the day after Thanksgiving. What was I thinking? Hop right up here on this scale, lady.

5 comments:

MamaNeena said...

I double dare you to not wear a bra to the doctor!

RBK's Realm said...

Hi there,

I love your writing and your blog so I have tagged you as I truly would like to know more about you. Would you please come by to my blog and pick up the rules. I sincerely hope you will play along. Thanks

KatyDid53 said...

Dummy hard head. Do you remember . . . of course you do!

Inger-Lis said...

Hi, I found you through RBK, and I totally hear you on the two-day week thing! I work in middle schools tutoring and had a two day week as well. Someday though I hope to teach middle school.
I am with MamNeena, I dare you to go braless too!

Professor said...

Oh as if an annual isn't bad enough but...! rats! And I triple dog dare you to go braless! haha!