A basket for Nora!

For the past month or so, I've been waking up at 9am every day. Not to sound like a slug or anything but this is fairly early for someone like me. (One of the TINY joys of working my poverty level serving job is not having to show up until noon.) Waking up "early" isn't all bad: it gets my day and metabolism started hours sooner, so for that, I will be grateful.

I finished rough-sanding my trash-chair last night. Nest step: sanding with a finer grit for a smoother finish. I'm really crossing my fingers that it turns out okay. I'll keep you posted.

My all time favorite part about yesterday was...well, actually, I had two favorite parts. One, a guy named Devon picked up my Sunday shift so I don't have to work tomorrow and Two, I bought a basket for Nora (my beach cruiser)!! The bike shop guy gave me a military discount because he remembered Adam and I coming in ONCE during a walk around the neighborhood. He remembered Adam was a helicopter pilot and that we were both from Florida. What a cool guy! I can't wait to ride now. I love my bike and it has been one of the greatest presents Adam has ever given me! Unfortunately, even though my day began before I intended, I won't have time to ride. As soon as I finish my blogging, I'm going to lather on some tanning lotion and head outside to mow the grass and surprise Adam (who is around the corner at the hardware store). Then I have to wait for myself to stop sweating, maybe eat lunch and then fine-sand the trash chair. Gross as it sounds, sweat and wood dust would make for a very uncomfortable, cakey mess. After a shower, some laundry and heavy preening, Adam and I are meeting the AWSTS (training squadron) guys and their respective ladies and going to a Pub Crawl in V. Beach. I've never been to one of these things but apparently you pay money to hop around to different bars associated with the crawl and get discounted food and drinks. Usually the money goes to a charity or a fund raiser so it's not completely senseless imbibery.

A few days ago, I was told by a sweet, butchy lesbian that I have a "strong looking tongue". I don't get complimented often so I'll take what I can get...as awkward and hilarious as it sounded.

Today will be a wonderful day because there is NO chance of me accidentally touching poo. Happy Saturday everyone!
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