Can you believe it? Thanks to a monster chunk of vacation time taken this month, I am working a grand total of NINE DAYS (indicated in purple below). Every time I see that, I just laugh. It's ridiculous, right? Well, keep in mind that I only work 4 days a week anyway, and would have been working 19 days this month. It still doesn't sound like much. But trust me - I am going to enjoy those days off!
Scott and I took this weekend off for my birthday (which, by the way, is tomorrow. I expect you all to call and leave me birthday messages!). And we took two weeks off later in the month to go on vacation.
So what's on the agenda? Well let's focus on the near future. Tomorrow we're going to go to dinner at the restaurant of my choice and then we're going to see a show of my choice. Want more details? Wait until tomorrow night!
And of course, Tuesday we're going down to Tampa to see Wicked!
As for the big vacation, I'm not quite ready to reveal those details yet.
Speaking of birthdays, I mentioned mine to my boss last night (when I reminded him that I wasn't working this weekend). He said, "oh yeah, happy 29th." And I stopped and thought, "how does he know how old I am?" And after almost a minute, I realized that I'm not going to be 29 - I'm going to be 28. So we had a good laugh about the fact that I couldn't remember how old I am. And he noted that he knew I was in my "upper 20's" and that he was close. It took me until I was driving home last night to realize that when he said "29" he probably thought he was being polite and that I was, in fact, older than that.
Older than 29? That's 30+. Gah!