At the end of Friday…
-I still have no grade in cold war.
-I got no painting done, but did clean everything up in the house.
-I raked the front yard and not the backyard because oh, my, Lord SO MANY LEAVES WHY GOD WHY???
-I was called a “woman bartender” like six times.
-I was hit on like six times.
-I was asked if I was single, because (and I quote), “I’m not going home alone.” Oh, au contraire, sir.
-I was paid off like a whore.
-All in all, a good day.