The real important question to cast out into the universe this morning is, why was Joe Namath in my dreams last night?
And also, I hate our graphic designer at work so much. I regularly send him the text that needs to be whatever promotional piece. He repeatedly sends me back designs with key phrases missing because they didn't fit the design he made. Well buddy, if it's an order form, you can't just leave out all references to it being an order form because it doesn't aesthetically please you. Yeah, you have to keep the words I send you IN it, and make your ugly designs work. If I was the boss this guy would have been so fired, so long ago. Alas, he's like my boss's college roommate or something, so we continue to pay him exorbitant amounts of money to do sub-par work and do it very slowly.
Yes, I am somewhat cranky today. Sure it is possibly hormonal, but I prefer to blame dreams about Joe Namath (ew, no, not those kinds of dreams).
In much better news, almost all the trees are now dressed in some lacy, new, pale green foliage. Almost every remaining vestige of winter if falling under the dreamy, lush Tennessee green. Green green green green.
Hey! I just found $6 while cleaning out my purse. Now going to go walk in the sun for a bit and maybe spend my $6 on something. Like, um, hmm, something!