It's so funny now that I don't have a job and I'm back from Phoenix - people have been expecting me to be bored.
Well, I've only been back since last Friday. And I was sick. And Cowboy is home during the day. And we do have a wedding to sort out.
There's no boredom here. Not one bit.
My College Roommate also lost her job around the same time I did. She calls me every morning.
I'm always doing something. She always announces that she is bored and tells me to just wait until I've been home awhile, I'll get bored too.
I think she wants me to be bored. I think she wants me in the same boat as her. And dare I say, I think she's envious that I'm not bored.
Everything around here is far from boring. I get up, run, take a shower, get dressed for the day, make a to-do list, start on that to-do list, maybe go to the grocery store or Walgreens, grab the mail and do something that resembles wedding planning. That's my day.
My College Roommate is shocked to hear that there's no television in there.
Yeah, about that. That gets me bored real quick so I'm trying to avoid all the daytime television. Can you believe I haven't seen one episode of Oprah since I've been laid off?
Well, maybe you can since she's not my top person like other people. That reminds me, while I was in Phoenix, my mom had last month's issue of O laying around. I picked it up, got as far as maybe 25 pages and then shut it back down. I just cannot take her, in print - it's like I can hear her pushing through the pages.
Enough on that.
I'm not bored.