Boring day

Let's see, the new janitor gal at work has started asking a lot of personal questions, like my schedule, my age, where do I shop. She commented how sweet of a person I am when I said I planned to shop for a baby gift for my stupid coworker. So we are getting to know each other.

A guy janitor gave me his business card (he paints houses and fences) and stated if I ever wanted to go out for pizza with him, just give him a call. I threw it away. I was so stunned I didn't say anything. He reminds me too much of my father, you know the over 50 type. Last night I said I go straight home after work and he said that was a shame. Sorry there is not much to do in Des Moines at midnight.

Then Frodo knocked over my glass of milk on the coffee table. It is just so much fun to clean up spilled milk. Precious is driving me nuts meowing to go out, then comes right back in, and wants out again. Well, better go to bed. Post later. Bye!