Ugh. I hate coming back to work after a 3-day weekend. Especially one as nice as this one was. We had a yard sale Saturday and Sunday, and Saturday was very successful. Sunday I read two full books and made $4.50 while Christen did some mulching. Nice. Monday we had a cookout and I made ribs, hamburgers, hot dogs, guacamole, deviled eggs, celery w/ cream cheese, baked mac & cheese (again) and baked beans. It was delightful. I think everyone had a good time -- I know I did. There were about 16 people there, and by the end of the night there were 6 of us playing poker which I lost at but stayed in until the very end. One couple ended up winning so we let them split the pot since they were going home together anyhow. :) It's honeymoon money for them, because they're getting married next weekend.
But I started feeling ill last night, and I had a terrible dream that Christen was leaving me and I woke up sobbing hysterically and could not be consoled even though Christen tried. When I got to work today the first thing I did was check my accrued hours to see if I could afford to leave, but alas that is not the case. Blah.
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