A long, long, long time ago, we left for the Midwest and we got home yesterday. I want to tell you all about those weeks, and the fun laced heatstroke we had and show you a billion well organized photos.
Today, however, is not the day for that.
On Facebook yesterday I referred to myself as "dead," and I don't think anyone who saw me yesterday would have argued with that. It's a word I self-apply and throw around a bit too easily, I think, especially in light of still fairly recent events such as my mother dying, etc. But well ingrained habits are difficult to break. (Notice I chose that phrase instead of "Old habits die hard." I'm getting better already!) Also, I have much bigger bad habits to worry about, so this one probably isn't going anywhere.
I have proof that people are taking me seriously in my smartassery, however. The first is this, which I found in my Google calendar when I flipped forward a few weeks:
Hopefully our recycling will still get done that day.
I can't remember the incident that prompted someone to add this to my calendar, but I'm sure that very someone will remind me.
The other was this, sent by friend and former co-worker Jim:
The sentiment is somewhat amplified by the dirty counter upon which the mug sits. It gets better though! It's personalized!
How awesome is that?