It’s Wednesday, everyone! So, happy miserable hump day–the day in the middle of the week when you realize you are just as far away from the end as you are from the beginning. Oh, poop.

I also had my first day of work today at my new job which actually wasn’t too bad except for the brain-melting video I had to watch about Unions that literally turned me into a zombie. Seriously, though. If anyone remembers the live-action Scooby-Doo Movie from the early 2000’s, you might remember the video that the bad guy played to brainwash the teenagers. (You know, the one where the lady from the 60s describes the “do’s and don’t’s” of being a ‘good person’. Oh, you don’t remember that? Yeah, it’s probably just me…)

The video I watched was something like that. I think I yawned 100 times, but that’s not the point.

I’m hoping that this might be a new avenue of brilliantly average stories that I can then relate to you. Of course the store name and my co-workers names will all remain anonymous (as is the purpose of this blog–except, if you’ve read my last post, you now know my real name. Again, not the point!)

One of said co-workers told me a story (kind of) today that I thought was brilliance and inspiration all rolled up into one. It’s exactly what I want to be like when I’m older (60+), though, who knows what I’ll be like then. Anyhoot, we’ll call her Agatha.

Agatha’s husband’s birthday is tomorrow and to celebrate he requested lobster. He wanted to eat lobster for his birthday. Simple enough. So what did they decide to do? They are taking a weekend road trip to Maine so he can have lobster on his birthday. (How awesome is that?!?) When someone asked if they were flying, she chuckled and waved her hand.

“No, we’re driving,” she said. “But it’s okay, we like each other.”

I’m not sure what it was about that, but it just sounded awesome. I don’t know what I like more: the fact that they’re going to Maine just on a spur of the moment trip (I would love to be able to go places spur of the moment. I guess that means I’m going to have to get rich first… Anyone rich and single. *That was a joke* Maybe.) Or the fact that it was obvious she has a good relationship with her husband, just casually referencing him with “we like each other”.

Maybe it was a “you had to be there” kind of a thing, but I just thought it was way too preciously awesome not to write it here.

Thanks again to all of you who have stuck with me for an entire year!!! I can’t believe it. And for those of you who are new or visiting, let me welcome you to the awesomely average stories that will have absolutely no effect on your life whatsoever, but hopefully work to brighten your day, even if it’s just a little bit.

Until the weekend, ta ta mes amis 🙂

Mel

P.S. Just curious, but am I the only blogger who does a little happy dance when my number of blog posts gets to a solid ten number (i.e. 50, 90, 120, 130, etc.) It just looks so much better that way for some reason!