Galloping Nelly

It’s 9:17 p.m., and I’m sitting at my desk at work because I can’t seem to muster the energy to unglue my cheeks from my seat. And I told myself that I couldn’t go hail a cab and muse over Vietnamese food until I wrote a post.  Hmmmm. What should I write? (Nap, snooze, yap, eat Greek chocolate, repeat.)

45 seconds ago I was literally hit with a bolt of lightning that made me nearly fall out of my chair. Oh no! It’s Dad’s birthday, and I didn’t get his present ordered!

So, to make up for a slightly late gift, I am going to behave tonight as if I were Dad, in his honor.

• I will go to Dairy Queen, since ice cream on every ”outing to town” is imperative 
• I will get home and have either a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or a bowl of cereal, because I don’t cook
• I will take a shower and wipe it down afterwards, so as not to get water spots on the tile
• I will watch the evening news to catch the weather
• I will check the markets on the CBOT site
• I will talk to DIY for two hours about wind farms
• I will read a book on my couch, which most closely simulates the blue recliner that he normally sits in to read
• I will shut the cats in the closet, to simluate putting the cats in the shed
• I will set my alarm for 6:30, knowing that I will snooze for an extra half hour because it’s winter

Happy 40th, Dad! May you relive this year for eternity.

Love,
Nelly