eve of friday

Hellloooo. Here I am on a Thursday night, just returning from Starbucks. My all-time favorite drink there is the caramel brulee latte, and it seasonal. It is only a Christmas time drink. WELL, Starbucks in Newtown Square had some leftover syrup in stock so I was able to get some of my drink after season. What a delight. Anyhow, work was the same as usual, long and lame. I decided I will no longer go into full detail about work any longer because although the stories are interesting to me, it is only because that is all I do with my days anymore. Everyone else (such as you) probably has better things to do with their days and don't really care to read stories about little kids. So from here on out, no more detailed reviews of work, only random hilarious stories. And with that, I have one (oops, is this kinda going back on what I just said). A little girl today asked me if I have boobs. I gotta say, when someone has to ask if you have them, it's not exactly a compliment. This is where, if I were on twitter, I'd have some clever hashtag like #smallboobproblems or #mosquitobites but here I am on blogger.
I am in dire need of the weekend, it has been the longest week of my life. I have to figure out what I am doing this weekend, but whatever it will be, since it does not involve infants or toddlers, it will be well spent. Hmm, I've been trying to think of a truth for this post but I'm struggling. Let's see....(pause for thinking). This is a really long pause because when I try to think of something my mind strays, its like a domino effect. GAH. Hmm, okay I'm really tone deaf. I used to think I was a good singer and got into select choir in middle school. The reason I got in, which I believe to this day, is because they let anyone who was brave enough to audition in. So then I got false hope and tried out for it in high school and didn't make it. Then choir was split into two, good singers and everyone else, except it was worded differently so no feelings were hurt. I didn't even make it in to the higher choir. So one day I recorded myself singing a song and listened to it so I could hear how I really sound and from then on I have refused to sing in front of people. I stuck to dancing in the musicals in high school and never went back. There we go. Ladies and gents, peace out.