Someone linked to a Zumba video that was playing this song on Facebook today – I’ve been jamming ever since.
Listen to this song and tell me you’re not shaking your booty, or wagging a finger at least.
(Click the blue arrow to play)
If you’re not, then you’re lying.
Or dead.
Or a dead liar.
Today was busy. I was all over the place today.
I got up to the office at ten (I had a bunch of emails to answer at home first), and then I went on an interview at 1:00 this afternoon.
I’m pretty sure I blew the interview. No, no, I’m not just saying that – I couldn’t focus and I knew right away that me and the person just didn’t click. It was hot, I was dressed in slacks and a blouse and I had to park a ways from the building, so by the time I got into the building, I was sweating. And then, when I couldn’t think of how to respond to some of the questions, I got nervous. Which only made the sweating worse, which only served to make me more nervous and before long, all I could think was, “I wonder if she sees my sweat mustache?”
I did not leave with a good feeling.
I’m pretty sure I won’t be called for a second interview.
Then, I sold four books. Actually, I received an email from the buyer of the third book before Amazon even alerted me that I had sold a third book. The buyer wanted me to address the book to a certain person, and he wanted it NOW. So, after I picked Jazz up from school, I gathered up the books and was packaging them when someone bought a fourth book.
I mailed all four books today. I bet the person who bought the fourth book minutes before I walked out of the door thought I was all kinds of awesome for shipping her book not even an hour after buying it.
She’d be right – about the awesome part.
After all of that, I had just enough time to get to the office, answer a few emails and then race home to get dinner ready before Jazz had to report back to school for yet another band practice.
I had just returned home, got settled in and was updating some sites when Jazz called – thirty minutes later – he was ready to leave.
That boy NEEDS to get his license.
Which we’re working on.
Slowly but surely.
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I live for Fridays. Not only because it’s Friday, end of the workweek, start of the weekend, but because they’re late days at our house this school year.
I can sleep an extra hour on Fridays.
I like sleep.
Sleep makes me happy.
Especially on our new bed (which is becoming more and more comfortable).
I miss my Euro pillows though.
Which I bought, arrived on my doorstep but somehow I didn’t receive.
FedEx is investigating the case of the missing pillows as we speak.
I hope the thief who stole them doesn’t get any sleep.
Because stealing is wrong.
Jerk.
I think I need that extra hour of sleep.
Wouldn’t you agree?
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