Here it is, Friday, again. How’s your week been? Good? Fan-flipping-tastic? 🙂
When you judge your week, how do you do it? One of my favorite friends and favorite writers, Marilyn Pappano, is probably judging her week by the number of pages she gets written. She’s under contract for about a gazillion books this year (yay!) so that’s important.
School kids are counting down to the end of school. They’re now in the single digits, making for a great week.
Dad judges his by the number of days until he gets his new/old chicken coop (more on that later) and by measuring the growth in his garden.
I like to judge my week by the number of things that made me grin.
Yeah, I know. Weird, right? I can’t help it. It’s the way my twig is bent.
This week at work, we had some really grinny days and some that were laugh out loud funny.
Deegan, the office ruler, keeps us all grinning.
He’s decided that Cousin Rick is the king of the world. It’s hard to get Deegan to walk past Rick’s door without going in for a visit, and to put on Rick’s hat. And Deegan demands that Rick take him outside to play in the back of his pickup several times a day.
I doubt if you can tell what this is, but it makes me grin every time I drive past it.
There. Is that any better? Someone who lives at the top of this hill has planted pink roses so they’ll grown down the side. Isn’t it gorgeous?
How did it happen?
Did someone plant a climbing rose and over fertilize it? Did they forget it was there and let it just go to town?
Or was someone just extra thoughtful? Maybe they planted several roses and aimed them toward the expressway to give people on the drive to and from T-Town a little something to enjoy?
Who/what/however it was . . . THANKS! You make me grin. (Or at least your roses do.)
One of my tomato plants disappeared this week. That shouldn’t make me grin, but it’s like someone came along and plucked it right out of the ground. No leaves left. No stem. Nada.
I can’t help but remember the old cartoon of the gopher underground in his run, popping vegetables out of the ground overhead.
BTW: There’s no sign of a gopher or a mole, but I have a grin.
And finally, my biggest grin of the week has been Car Wars.
We don’t have assigned parking at work. There are areas where we park out of habit, but even the boss and TV star–well, he’s the boss anyway–doesn’t have squatters rights to his spot.
One day this week, one of the secretaries got hungry and was running out to get something to eat just as another woman was arriving. First Woman had pulled halfway out of her spot when the next woman pulled up and waited. First Woman, not wanting to lose her space, pulled back in. She waited. Woman in the street waited. They both waited. And waited. The universe expanded. Finally, sensing a stalemate, the woman in the street finally went to a space farther away.
Whew! Saved. First Woman started to pull out again and another worker pulled up and waited to pull in. First Woman pulled back in and, with a lot of determination, out waited that one, too.
Finally! First Woman thought she was safe to dash over, get her food and get back before anyone could steal her spot. She started to pull out again when a third woman pulled up and waited. For the third time, First Woman pulled back in and out waited the interloper.
But Third Woman outwitted the spot-squatter. She pulled around the block and waited until she saw First Woman drive away. Then she circled the block and zipped right into the coveted spot.
After all her work, time, patience and determination, First Woman had her parking spot stolen right from under her.
And I missed the whole thing! (I’ve got to start getting to work earlier.)
I heard the story from an unhappy Blocked Parker–all three, actually–and laughed my guts out.
That’s just too funny! (Maybe because I wasn’t involved.) Especially when you remember that, like everyone I know (me, too!) these women are looking for ways to get more exercise.
So how about you? Any grins you can share this week?