I woke up this morning feelin' like crap that had been run over by a garbage truck. Yep. That bad. I have a head full o'snot (let's not pretend that it doesn't happen to all of us) and a wicked headache. Thank goodness I'm on Spring Break--even though it's Thursday and almost over and I could cry--because I slept in until 9:40. Mom was nice enough to close my door on her way out so that Scooby wouldn't take ALL of my panties out in the back yard. Yes, he does that. He has a soft cloth fixation, so it doesn't matter if they're cotton or satin...everything is fair game. I'm just glad we have a privacy fence now. Before we moved here my panties were on display for the whole 'hood when he took 'em outside. Anyway, back to the snot. I got up, ate a half-bowl of Oatmeal Square cereal (carbs! but I had to have something) and took Tylenol Allergy Sinus. Normally that kills the headache in 20 minutes, but not today! Woo!
Got dressed, stumbled out the door, and I went down to the interesting (a.k.a.--raggedy)end of Greenville to apply for a part-time kennel worker position at a vet's office. Already filled! Great! Oh well, at least I found out who to call in order to roll my 401K over into an IRA. Just call me Finance Girl--leaping file folders in a single bound!!
I returned The Nanny Diaries to the library. It was "eh." Sloppish writing, somewhat icky dialogue in spots, but affecting enough that I wanted to slap the snot (SNOT) out of the characters. It's about an uber-rich couple in NYC and the AS(S)inine things they ask of their nanny. That's one job I could not handle without tranquilizers and vodka shots.