Happy Firday!
Up too early, I should have been able to sleep in this morning. However, lil shit was pressed up against my back and I couldn’t roll over. I tried easing her out of the way, but that woke her up and she was ready to PLAY!
It’s 61 degrees outside, supposed to get up to 70. According to my phone it is N.O.S. outside, but according to my window, it’s cloudy.
My son has to be at his assignment at 8:25, so we’ll leave here around 8:15.
Nobody in the group seems to know what they are doing except to show up at 8:25. Even the group leader doesn’t know what they are doing.
There was also some confusion about my son being in the group. The group leader didn’t have his name on her list, but he was put into the same message board group. There are five people in the group, but it is supposed to be three. Three assignments, each person taking a turn at being the leader. So I volunteered him to be the one to ask the professor if there will be five assignments for his group, or how it is going to irk.
Nettie, you could come and cuddle Adam, he is extra demanding lately. Gave me a good whack with his claws yesterday.
Mandala - should we call you guru? I think people who come up fast in the right lane deserve getting cut off. It’s a dangerous thing to do.
Congrats on OYKW’s planned retirement.
I am thinking about when I can do it myself. Once the house is paid off I should be able too. However, since I can irk from home and can irk whenever I want, I will probably continue to irk as long as I can.
Then again, since it appears my son will never get a life and move out, he can pay the bills and I won’t work. He has to get a job, because much to his dismay, I am not wealthy enough to leave him set for life. He would like very much for me to win the lottery, so he never has to irk.
Funny how I never wanted my parents to win the lottery,* I* wanted to win the lottery. I know they would have shared, but not enough that I wouldn’t have to irk. They would have quit irking and spent their time cruising around the world. I would have had quite the “My Parents Went to XYZ and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt” collection.
Better than key rings and fridge magnets.