Today was one of those days.  I started off a little grumpy but pulled myself together and apologized to everyone at home before I got to work.  In my defense I have some major trouble with sleep at night so I really only get a good two or three hours each night and then it’s hellacious after that (not to mention the fact that when my husband does stop working and come to bed he immediately begins snoring as loud as a freight train. . .bless him!)  So, anyway, I got to work and was in a pretty good mood.  But lets just face it.  I do not have any tolerance for stupidity these days and I have shown more than a ridiculous share of grace and mercy with a particular situation at work lately but today I ran out!  I know as a Christian you shouldn’t run out but I did!  And since I like to keep it real (here in blog land) I’ll tell you a few of the things I’ve asked for forgiveness for saying at work today.  Well, some I didn’t ask for forgiveness for.

• I told my co-worker to get me a rope so that I could go strangle the Accounts Payable lady for one of our big customers.
• I think I might have said a bad word to the same co-worker (ok, not might. . . I did . . . don’t judge you perfect people).  Not a really bad one but a kind of bad one so I had to apologize and ask for forgiveness.
• I told my boss I quit.  I wasn’t serious but I was kind of serious.
• I then told my boss I was having trouble acting like a Christian today so please forgive me!
• My boss then told our warehouse manager not to make me mad because I was hormonal.
• I then told him not to make me mad because I would hurt him.
• I then proceeded to speak in a very evil quiet devil sort of voice and tell him that he should be scared, very scared.  I think he was.
• My boss told me to go home.  I did.

On the way home I felt like I was going to explode from all the crazy things that had happened today (which I won’t even begin to go into).  I was listening to the radio when Leona Lewis came on.  This brought back a conversation that I had with Bill a couple of days ago when I was attempting to sing “Bleeding Love” by Leona Lewis in the car.  I told him that if I could pick someone’s voice to have I would choose her because it’s so cool and sexy.  He looked at me like I was crazy.  He then told me that if I would get some voice lessons I wouldn’t be that bad because I have good tone.  There are many ways you can take that kind of a comment but I chose to take it as a compliment and proceed with a “what if” (one of my favorite things to do).  I said, “Yeah, what if I go get some voice lessons and tell the coach I just want to sound like Leona Lewis and sing “Bleeding Love”, and then when I learn to sing really good. . . .”.  Bill is still looking at me like I’m a crazy person.  I then said, “Then once I’m good I’m going to go to Brian (he’s our Worship Pastor) and tell him I’d like to sing a special song.   Won’t it be so hilarious when I bust out singing “Bleeding Love” for Brian and try to convince him of a sermon series it would go with.”  Bill didn’t really think it was all that funny but it was hysterical in my head.  I think I’m weird because I get a lot of laughs acting out unrealistic scenarios in my head of things I would never do in real life.

Anyway, so back to today.  Side note, I almost took out a lawn man on my way home as I was blinded by the sun and trying to read my twitters while driving.  He shouldn’t have been in the street!  I got home and opened the door and was greeted by the welcoming committee.  I told Bill I had 3 things to say:

1) Don’t you even think I’m going to be fixing dinner!
2) I have plenty of blog material I just have to determine how bad of a person I want to look like!
3) LOVE ME!

I have to wrap this one up because Big Daddy said they are getting too long.  Anyway, the night ended on a high note.  We went to eat at Central Market in Southlake.  Bill got up to go get everyone some ice cream when I noticed across from me a very tall muscular African-American man.  I called Bill (yes, I called him even though we were in the same building) and told him when he came back to the table to see who that was because it had to be someone famous.  In the meantime I’m watching trying to guess who it was but I could only see the side of his face.  While I’m waiting on Bill to return 3 different people go up to the man and shake his hand and tell him they love him or whatever.  I knew it was someone famous now!  Bill returns a few minutes later and walks right over and tells me “that’s TERRELL OWENS. . . T.O.”  That was the highlight of our evening. . . eating dinner with T.O.  (so to speak)!

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