Today was not a good day.
Today I was officially fired from my job as Plumber's Helper to my husband.
I feel very sad about that. The pay was good. The benefits were good. But alas, I can no longer put that job position after my name. (Details to come.)
In other news, Nathan and Meagan (and a friend who is traveling part way with them) left Florida around 7 am. Since it's a 13-hour trip (not including all the stops that ladies seem to need) they won't be in till fairly late. I told them that I might try to stay awake past 9 pm, just this once and that I would do my utmost to be fairly, sort of, a little bit alert when I hug her. And him. And do my patented, 48-year old, not-so-fun-to-witness Happy Dance.
I mean, how often does one get to welcome one's son's fiancee' for the very first time? Only once! (And Emily Post has said that it's usually considered good manners to be awake for that occasion.)
In the meantime, I feel just like a small boat adrift in a lonely sea since I've been let go from the aforementioned job. (Sorry. It's far too painful for me to keep spelling out the job title over and over.)
Fired. Can you believe it? Donald Trump wasn't even here to do it. I had to be fired by my very own personal husband! How can I possibly keep my chin up in order to welcome my child and future child-in-law home when I have this sort of disgrace hanging over my head? (Sniff.)
In happier news, I have been so grateful to continue to see fabulous, tasty and quick recipes showing up in the comments area. They will go straight into my Official Fabulous, Tasty, and Quick Recipe File. I am getting ready to make a grocery run and a whole bunch of those recipe ingredients are going to be showing up in my cart.
Speaking of which, I guess it's time I get back to my long and ever growing To Do List.
Um. Did I mention I was fired?