Bought a gift certificate for my lovely work yesterday, and wandered over to my Snow Angels (it was easy to find their house … my driveway was suspiciously free of snow, on down the sidewalk to their house) with much hope that I wouldn’t bother them & at least got the right house.
JtC will be pleased that I saw several filled bird feeders in their yard, and fresh birdy footprints all around the snow.
Door finally opened.
There was much exclamations and “Oh, you didn’t need to do that!” until I explained that their freeing my car got me to work that day, so all my co-workers were pleased.
The hubby poked his head around the corner when I mentioned getting to work, wanting to know where.
“Oh, I work at { pizza joint }” and when I added, “The GOOD one” she was gracious enough to immediately say, “Oh, because YOU work there.”
Car(e)less Co-worker just texted asking if I’d drive him all over creation to run a few of his errands.
Nope.
It’s Long Night, AND I have my own shit to deal with. Sorry, bud.
Boundaries. I am learning to set them.
Please, sir, try to contain your enthusiasm.
ETA I hope I am never at a point in my life where someone says, “Free wine! And chocolate! You just gotta put on pants!” and I say, “Nope. No free wine and chocolates for me.”
If that ever happens, either wheel me to the E.R. (“um, we think she’s dying? she said ‘no’ to free chok’lit and booze?”) or just take me out back and shoot me like a dying horse.