Wow, swampy, my tummy hurts just readin’ about all that stuff! Bet it was good, though. Specially the turkey, dressin’ and gravy. I love yummy turkey gravy.
I have zactly one hour before I’m officially on vacation for a week. I am counting the minutes.
The other coordinator in my department just got a big Harry and David thingy from one of our vendors. I got squat. I think that’s really rude. Even if she does use them more than I do. Hmmmph! Some people.
Tupug
So, how has my week wrapped up, you ask?
Our department potluck was pretty good today. One of the managers had a spiral cut ham heating over sterno in his office all morning - I wish I’d known that before lunch, because that would have been a sight to see!
I had salad (which I brought as the lone healthy option) to counterbalance the fudge and rumballs I also ingested.
Tonight is the boyfriend’s work party, which is dinner at a restaurant in the Gaslamp District downtown. Afterwards we’re gonna go dancing. DANCING! I found out last weekend (at my Christmas party) that The Boy likes to dance. So we’ll shake our groove thangs for a bit, too.
Saturday we’ll go to a party thrown by my running friends. You know those crazy runners! What a hoot!
Gimmee fudge! I’ve just now realized it’s been ages since I’ve had some and it would taste rather nummy. But only if it’s good fudge. No freaky deaky peanut butter or dried cherries or walnuts. Just chocolate. And smooooth, no grainy fudge! Plus, no refridgerator fudge, the good stuff you have to slave over a copper pot, stirring for hours. Small pieces cut in squares, carefully, and cover the top so it doesn’t get crunchy, but don’t put it right on the fudge or it gets a shiny look. Don’t smooth the top too much, because I want to see a few gentle swirls. So now that you know the rules, gimmee!
Great flying giraffes Swampy, that’s a lot of food. My tamale was pretty good but no green olive, the cheap catering creeps. I vote for pot luck like we always do, no more fancy food from strangers.
Wheee! It’s vacation time kids! I’m going home, taking a couple of aspirin, and parking my tushy on the couch and reading a good book. Yeah, I’m a wild woman. But it’s been a really long week and I have that shipment of fudge you’re going to make me, to wait for. Only don’t send it UPS because my burqa isn’t sewn yet.
We’re two hours into Soupo’s two week vacation from book-learnin’. All is going well. At the moment. Monday the plan is to go to the Air Force Museum of Flight. Unless it blizzards. Which it might. The rest of the time? Dunno. We have something marked on the callendar… Christmas? Something like that. And we have some Cub Scout stuff to square away so he can get his Wolf badge. Maybe I can convince him if he goes to sleep right now Santa will come sooner. But what are the chances of that happening?