I'll miss out on the mountain of delicious goodies the Cornerstone Mission will be inundated with today. There's no friggin' way I'll be awake by or at 1:30pm for the big feast.
On the plus side, by working the overnight shift I got to spend 87% of my time dinking around on You-Tube and 13% of it on actual work. On the minus side, my chance to get to spend 5 seconds with family today is totaly destroyed and I've got about 11 minutes left on my lame-o LG flip phone. This day may end with my family assuming I'm dead or otherwise incapacitated. Or an A-hole.
There was one guy who I checked in at 2:30am so I feel like I'm one up on the owner of the inn that told Mary and Joseph to buzz off. I'm awesome. And humble.
Did I mention it's, like -2 F here? With even a modest wind that makes for a wind chill of aboot -25 F. That "F" isn't for "Fahrenheit", btw. It's for f&%k. As in "It's minus two degrees? F&%K!!!" What I'm sayin' here is - if a male brass monkey wanted to transition, all he'd have to do is step outside in Rapid City.Holy crap...I'm clever, too!
My next mixed metaphor will include chocolate cake.
We're just wet and sick here. Mostly sick now, since the wet is hopefully staying outside. Holidays can go **** themselves. Between sickness, fighting families, grumpy in-laws, lack of time, and all the other things it's shaping up to be a jolly 'ol time. I'm burning through a lot of data on the phone while trying to ignore it all too, which won't be ideal come the end of next month.
On the plus side though the kids found a bunch of old Bert and Ernie skits from the 70s and 80s online, and have been watching them nonstop (speaking of data...). Wow Sesame Street has changed a lot in the last 30 years.
That monster in the mirror, he just might be you. -Grover
I'm starting to come to the conclusion that maybe I should not be handling any sharp objects during any sort of holiday meal. I was *just* about healed up from the giant gash I cut in my hand during Thanksgiving, when I had a minor "incident" with the mandolin slicer. And by minor, I mean "cut a slice of my thumb off". Ok. A small slice, but still. It's a good thing I'm not anemic, or I'd have bled out. Protip: Cuts don't stop bleeding if you have no skin layer to press together. Not until full coagulation occurs. Which, apparently, involves at least a half dozen blood soaked bandages.
Still managed to finish the dish I was making, left handed, and without getting any blood in the dish either. Which was pretty freaking amazing. Not sure where the slice of skin ended up though...