I can be... oh man. What's that word? Crud... Oh! Forgetful! I can be forgetful! Case in point: Once, after taking a wine making course, I forgot how to drive. * I stole that. It's one of my all time favorite jokes from The Simpsons.

Today, I woke up at 7:30am. (Because I've been opening at the store this week. Not because I had to.) I kicked around for a few hours, responding to some emails, Facebook wall posts, and finalizing the details of a deal in my fantasy football league (like most super busy and important adults do). About 1:30, I started getting a little bummed about having to go into work this afternoon. Then, as I looked to my right to look at my indoor/outdoor thermometer, I caught a glimpse of my schedule. And, you know what?


I had completely forgotten that I had today off! Needless to say, I definitely did a fist pump. (Not a Jersey Shore fist pump. A Tiger Woods one. It's classier.)

I can't even begin to describe to you how great it felt to realize I had the day off. It was like getting a gift.

Huh. Turns out I can describe it...

1 comment:

stackfamily said...

i enjoyed the fist pump comment..."It's classier,"
you always make me laugh:)