You'd think public slobbering would be enough to snap my brain out of its self-induced zombieland, but no. Checking out the next family, I scheduled the 6 month check-ups on Wednesday, December 8th, only to realize later I'd made them for June 8th.
At least I'm catching these goofy errors. Geez, who knows how many corrections I'll find for this post after getting a decent nights sleep (tonight, I hope!). My coworkers hadn't quite grasped how impaired I was feeling until a bit later. We were out of change, so I wrote a check for the bank to get some petty cash. My boss's husband said:
If Tom Petty comes around, you're going to have to give him that money.
Cheesy, right? "That's dumb" is what Sexy Nerd said when I told him. Yeah, well it cracked me up! I smiled just typing that. Tom Perry Cash. It kills me.
Wanting a picture for this post, I Googled "free clip art, cheesy tom petty" and got this. Yes, it also made me laugh, partly because I feel like I can relate to this strange, moldy fromage creature, who looks to be over the brink of sleep exhaustion. I have no idea what 'insanity cheese boy kirby hat' means. I hope it isn't anything dirty.
I've set up a spare bed on the floor for tonight in case, once again, switching ends of the bed doesn't work. Goodnight everyone!