There’s nothing a little kitty therapy and a margarita can’t fix in this world.
And that was my prescription for the night.
The day started an hour later than planned. I have no idea what happened but I must have turned off the alarm instead of my usual snooze extravaganza that lasts for a good half hour.
By the time I looked to see what time it was, I was left with 30 minutes to get ready.
No sweat, I’ve done it before, but its not the best case scenario.
I got up fed and medicated the cats, and hopped in the shower. I decided for the third day in a row that it was ok to go without washing the hair.
Don’t worry I’m not a walking greaseball, but I certainly was not a fashion plate either today.
I scoured my room looking for my favorite pair of jeans to wear with flats because I knew I was going to be doing a LOT of running around today.
Now for the shirt challenge. Yikes! There wasn’t much to wear with them. I started rifling through the closet hanger by hanger and nothing.
Then I looked over and there was a shirt I got for free at a spa event a few weeks ago…. BINGO!
Most times the free shirts aren’t so great, but this one is cute. It’s a fitted stiped polo with a few details.
I threw it on, did a quick makeup job, pulled the hair back and scrounged around for some kind of coffee fix and headed out the door.
And that was how the first 30 minutes of my day started. I don’t know why I do this to myself every day. You’d think after a while I would actually just get out of bed when the alarm goes off, but no… not me.
We had double duty going today. We were taping a show and airing a live show in the amount of time we normally put one show on the air.
It’s not pretty but it had to be done. I don’t know how we did it with half a staff, but we did.
After it was all over there was no time to stop. It was straight back to my desk to get ready for next week.
Sometimes I just get in the zone. There is so much to do, I just start and before I knew it, its 230 and I haven’t eaten lunch. That’s what happened today. I was starving… so much so that I think my stomach had started to digest itself.
Time to make a run for the border. I took a quick trip up the road to Taco Bell and then back to work.
I don’t know why… but junk food tastes so good after a long week of madness, and I think that’s where I got my inspiration for the night.
A margarita sounded really good, and I was in luck! I had two buckets of margaritas left over from the Christmas in July party last weekend.
I found out about the beauty of the bucket of frozen goodness through my mom.
When I go home to visit, she will break out the bucket and start chipping away at the slush and spoon out a couple of glasses for us.
I have to admit, it’s a pretty tasty treat here in the summer when it’s so brutally hot.
And that’s how it started. So here I sit on the couch with my 2 cuddly kitties.. or should I say one cuddly kitty and one very aloof kitty… and a bucket of margaritas and a spoon catching up on my recorded shows while I think about all the things I have to do this weekend. (sigh)
Time to spoon out some more goodness and slide right into the weekend.