That's my dinner menu. I'm already about 3/4 though the bottle of wine, so if I were speaking instead of typing right now, I'd be slurring my words. Luckily, I am a veeeeeeeeeeery, accurate typist. 😃
I had the worst day at work EVER. No, really. EVER. I've only been there eight months, so I can tell you decidedly that this was far and away the worst day EVER. One of my colleagues is out of town and I got reamed by one of her clients. He said he was going to talk to my boss, because none of us--his previous consultant, my out-of-town colleague and me--EVER help him. Please. I have a file three inches thick of our non-help. Anyway, I told him I would GLADLY transfer him to my boss's secretary, which I did, so I guess now it's his problem. But I don't really want to spend any more time discussing it, if my boss asks, because he's not MINE, darn it! And he's rude and awful! Mine are all sweet and polite, even when I'm giving them bad news or telling them things they disagree with, they're always cordial and respectful, so I've never been spoken to like this. Well, okay, at least not at this particular job.
Anyway...
So I went to the gym, then stopped by the CVS for my next week of patches (last week on 21 mg, yay!) and grabbed a bottle of wine, too. And so that's how this "dinner" started. No worries about smoking, though. I have no desire, and even if I were in a "relapse trap," I'm too drunk to drive to the store! 😉
And if you've ever been curious, White Zinfandel is the best match for hot dogs. I'll let you know how it goes with mac and cheese. 😃
