Last night/this morning, I had a dream that I missed my 9:00 am call because I showed up to work in track pants and a see through shirt.
Apparently this seemed like a great idea at my house, but caused me to spend my morning at the Gap looking for clothes that were actually work appropriate.
My dreams are bizarre, you guys.
Anyway, I’m keeping this short (and also, to be clear, I don’t even own any track pants to be rocking) so I don’t actually miss that call.
Last night, CJ, LM, and I spent the evening eating pizza (artfully created by JW, who seemed to be wary that, if left to my own devices, things would go awry), and gabbing.
It’s nice to spend time hanging out on couches instead of in cubes.
That’s good advice to us all.
Up today, I continue to panic needlessly about my rapidly upcoming, fifteen day trip, I struggle through hump day (although honestly, I need every second I can get until I leave), and then head over to spend some time with my baby nephew S tonight (and his parents, of course).
S is both Nikki and Tobin approved, which means he’s pretty much the greatest.
But you guys probably already knew that.
Enjoy this one, chickens- it’s a beautiful day.