I think I may be to old for this shit...I went to work Friday on about 7 hours of sleep, was running the register and scanning products in my sleep..Babs took me to get my check and take it to the bank...All the ladies at the bank were so excited about me depositing my first check(which was short 6 hours as they fucked up)(bastids)..So I deposited it and when I got back to the car Babs said did you get any cash? You wanted to give Jenny money for her birthday....fuck no...I'm a zombie..I'm half asleep, the messages from my brain to my right leg are getting relayed to my left elbow and when I walk, I stumble and my left hand shoots up and gives the finger..I almost fell off the front porch..so now Babs only walks behind me so she can catch me if I start to go down..or at least yell timber so I don't take anyone with me when I fall..So I go back to the bank and have to explain that I'm pooped and my ass is dragging and can I have some of my money back..? Deal made...back to the car..Babs is taking me out to lunch....We're going to The Pizza house and Babs has the double meat double cheeseburger with bacon and fries...you can feed a Chinese family of 8 on that meal... I have the 6" house special pizza with pepperoni, sausage, green olives, green peppers and onions...It's sooo good..They do make the best pizzas...Maybe that's because I don't like a lot of sauce and they don't put on a lot of sauce..I think Babs took me home, I'm a little fuzzy on the details..I was a walking zombie...Went home and fell asleep and woke up at about 3 minutes to 3Pm..(had asked to come in at 3 instead of 2) jumped up ..grabbed my purse and went to work...I got there at 2 minutes after..Did I tell you I leave really close to work?..Inky looked at me kinda funny and I said 'What?'...he said you have on a Baylor girls tshirt...where's your work shirt?....Shit!....Then he tells me I look like shit...what the fuck is it with people telling me I look like shit?...I agreed, I not only looked like shit..I felt like shit...He asked me if I was ok and did I want to go home...I said, do you know how hard it is for me to admit I don't think I can do it?...He said yes, he knew...and he called Thom and said..I'm sending my helper home..Thom asked if I could either get Bubba or could I woke for 2 hours and he would come down..I was so fuzzy in my head I was hard pressed to remember who Bubba was and couldn't find his phone number..so I worked for 2 hours...and Thom wasn't there yet, so Ink called him and he was stuck on IH_35 in the traffic...but close...Inky said...go home..I said did Thom say for me to go? and he said No, I'm making an executive decision to send you home...So I went..Stopped by the grocery store, got some grub then went to the Hardware Store and got bird seed and hauled my fat ass home...I feel asleep in the chair, ate, went back to sleep in the chair..woke up..took a shower, and well, you know the rest...I felt so much better when I went to work Saturday..and was in a great goofy mood...Would wish people a Happy Easter or have a great Easter...Two boys about 18-19 were in line and I said...Now you boys have a Happy Easter, then in a low voice I said...I really don't care if you or any of these people have a happy Easter, I just want you all to get the hell out of here so I can go home...They were still laughing when they went out the door..Customers were saying "oh, you have Easter off, how great for you."...and I would say " Yes, and THANK you Jesus"..
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(by the way..my old boyfriend James Hand came in to the store..he's playing in town this coming saturday....If you like Hank Williams ...you'll love James...check out his website on my blog roll...)
.So here it is Easter Sunday, and I'm still in my socks, drawers, and my 'make 7'(on front) and 'up yours'(on back) t-shirt..I have been watching Jesus stuff on the discovery channel all morning...It's almost 1pm so I need to make me a turkey sandwich...drink me some diet ginger ale...if I can get my energy level up I will go out side and plant some flower seeds and feed the birds...or I may make me another cup of tea, kick Annie out of my recliner and finish my book...or .....I just might haul my decrepit old ass back to bed and take a little nippy nap..naps are good..yeah, that's the ticket...
fuckme I'll never dance again...
