my monday is your saturday

my days off are always a bit more eventful than my workdays. i get mondays and tuesdays off every week.
today i slept in, then i watched "my life as a dog" on cable. i ran some errands and spent a bunch of money. then i came home and started talking to mrs. bea (my elderly neighbor who is a lot of fun). we sat on her porch and talked for a while. my bowling ball came in the mail, so i opened it up. it is black and sparkly. then i started reading in my living room (i started reading the da vinci code...go ahead, when i deserve it, make fun of me all you want) when chance called. he needed a ride to the airport, so i went over there, and he grilled up some veggie burgers and sausages. then he dressed up in a suit so he looked like a hitman and i took him to the airport. i came home, did some chores, called missy and told her to come over. she came over and brought the dogs. we let them play, then took them over to my other neighbor, dianne's, because dianne hadn't met badger yet. then missy and i were going to go get some dinner when i realized i had left my wallet at petsmart today. so we had to go get it, and then we went to long john silver's for dinner. it was a fun day.
the only things that went wrong were that i was supposed to go in to the real estate office for floor duty, but i forgot to and left them hanging. i called and apologized. they didn't seem pissed. and the people at south didn't send me my paperwork that i need to try to get a teaching job.
chance told me that at the office he works at there is a new polish girl in some authoritative position, and she tries to yell at the guys she's in charge of, but she doesn't speak english very well, so she curses at them in english, but her syntax isn't what you might be used to. (like someone else's you might know) so she'll scream "this shit...this shit is a fuck!"
haha...those polish people.