Recovery mission

Yesterday turned out to be a pretty good day despite the fact that I felt like ass all day.

For some odd reason, I got this bee in my bonnet to get a few gingerbread house kits from Target and invite Quentin over to decorate them with Monkey Man. Let's just say that it was a primo idea, the boys loved it and I was able to pretty much do nothing other than help pipe the icing. Love those Target kits - the icing is pre-made in those baker-type bags, all you do is snip the corner off after massaging the bag for about 60 seconds, and voila!

I have to admit, I got a little thrill out of massaging that bag of icing. Most erotic thrill I've had in weeks.

Today, I dragged back into work because hey, sometimes that's the only way I get any rest. However, I knew I had two crucial things to do today. One, come up with a documents list for this new project I'm starting. Two, finish up the billing on that $17 million job that I'm working on. Of course, these were in direct conflict because Dave needed the document list, and EPOD needed the billing - and typically it's hard for me to juggle the two because Dave almost never needs me to do anything but when he does he needs it RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

And so I pulled into the parking lot today with my venti No-Fun and prepared to be bombarded with crap. But I noticed one crucial thing.

EPOD's car was missing.

EPOD, if he's going to be in the office in the morning, gets there at the buttcrack of dawn and I always know that if he's not there when I get there, something's wrong. And yes, he has some horrid stomach virus that kept him out of work today. All day! This is only like the second sick day he's taken...EVER.

His sick day was my grace period. Not like I got that document list done either, but at least I was able to bullshit around a lot today. I heart Mondays like that! And I got to go to the Japanese steakhouse for lunch today and have some sushi. Yum.

Speaking of which, they opened one about 4 miles from our house. We decided last Friday to give it a whirl since surely they couldn't be that busy, right?

Um, not so much. It took about 2 hours and I was about to come out of my skin. Our chef admitted to us that he'd only been training for 2 months and we were his lucky first customers!

Yeah, maybe not so lucky. He managed to fling the spatula and knock one lady in the arm, and hit another customer with the damn pepper shaker. The food was excellent, but methinks the guy needs to work on his show a little more. It was pretty funny, though, especially since I didn't end up with that big ass fork in my forehead. Yikes.

Have a great night, y'all. I'm off to pick up the Monkey Man.