The Weekend

The weekend started out rough. Friday afternoon I got pulled into the big bosses office and then sent out to a site with the vice president to look at something we had "gotten our ass in a crack about". By the time vp and I got back to the office I had mud from the knees down and my pristine addida's were no more. I had to roll my pant legs up to the knees and throw my shoes in the trunk of the beemer before I could drive home without getting mud all over the car.

Once, home I stripped in front of the washing machine, started a cycle and went to hop in the shower. Once out of the shower walking into the kitchen I found an inch of soapy water on the floor. Panicked I unplugged the washer and moved it away from the wall (which, despite constant workouts was still difficult) thinking it was a hose that burst. Nope. Nothing. The door of the washer must not have gotten shut all the way. (it's front loading). Mopping up the water I thought this would taste good right then:



I didn't succumb.

Next day, I had to go back up to the jobsite but before that I decided that my bootcamp "homework" assignment would be a kickboxing class. Once there I twisted my ankle really bad. I managed to finish the workout on one foot but it was difficult. Afterwards, I bought an ice pack and ace bandage and secured it with it and drove on up to the jobsite. Once again, hobbling around in the mud. I get home and get the mail and find a letter from the IRS saying that I owe them $3,000! AGAIN, one these would have tasted nice right then:



AGAIN, I didn't succumb!

After that, I said "Fuuuuuck it! I'm going out!" So, I took a disco nap, wrapped my ankle and met S1, M & T out and danced until 2. How's THAT for extra credit homework?

I will not be beaten!

Dammit.