Its the happy happy, joy joy song!
Happy happy, joy joy
Happy happy, joy joy
Yes, today was a good day. It wasn’t my birthday, I didn’t win the lottery or anything else incredible or newsworthy (although I do believe my birthday is newsworthy, it wasn’t my birthday), but still, it was good. The morning started out with some great suckiness potential.
I get up at 4:40am so I can be at work at the ungodly hour of 6am. That should be enough to ruin just about any day. But when I got on the scale this morning, holy crap! I weighed less than I have in a year and a half! I’m back to the weight I was when I met The Boyfriend, and we all know Dating Weight is only applicable while you’re still dating. We’ve been living together for over a year now, so by all rights, I should weigh at least 10 or 12 extra pounds – more if you go by the highly scientific “1 lb per month x 13 months living together” equation, which is the standard for relationships in North America and most of Europe.
But as much as that can suck, The Number One Ultimate Supreme Route From Hell is the worst. The neighborhood is bad, the dogs are all bad, and even the street numbers are bad, so you climb over piles of trash and fight a couple of Rottweilers to get to the meter, then realize that particular house is on someone else’s route. And before you even get to the backyards, you have to read 600 mobile homes in a rundown trailer park a mile away.
On the bright side, my cursing vocabulary has greatly increased since I got this route.
So that’s what I had in store for me this morning. Though slightly buoyed by my amazing new hot bod (wink wink, nudge nudge), I was not looking forward to the day. I arrived at work, grabbed my handheld computer and saw – Yes! The new system the company had installed had been turned on! 800 reads that make you want to cry were turned into 118 “Meh – not so bad” reads!
Even after work was good. I drove to my hairdresser to make an appointment for next week. It’s been so long that I’m starting to look like I did in the 70s, back when my mom permed my hair. That’s only one step above the Flowbee Mullet hair, and I’m never going there. If you’ve ever had either, a home perm or a Flowbee haircut, you know what I’m talking about. Thankfully, the sheepdog look will be ending tomorrow afternoon. More goodness!
So now I’m home and off to hit the showers. Yes, someday I’ll have one of those Pretty Girl desk jobs, but for now, I come home covered in sweat. And goodness.
And apparently puppy pee.