It's payday Friday!  And I'm off the weekend!  And the spousebeast is off tomorrow!

Provided he survives National Mac & Cheese day at work.  Free small mac & cheese with every purchase. Ouch.  Although I survived free iced tea day at McAlister's (no purchase necessary), so I have faith he'll be okay.  And probably sleep until noon tomorrow.

Interestingly, according to work, it is also National Hot Dog day.  So we had chili dogs, coleslaw, and fries for lunch.  (Sorry, 2nd shift.  Ya got some epic diapers headed your way).

Mac & Cheese AND hot dogs?  Wouldn't it just be easier to call it National Eat Like a Toddler Day?  (Not judging, because I damn near body slammed my work wife to get to one of the leftover resident plates first)

It's been a really rough week, but it ended on a high note.  A resident I didn't think would be back after a hip fracture is back and onery as ever.  She's stomping (okay, in her case, wheeling) around the halls with the other two members of her crew, saying inappropirate things to the hospice staff, dominating the remote for the common room tv, and raiding the snack cart like Robin Hood.

*happy sigh*  And we just got two new residents who seem ripe for girl gang recruitment.  Geriatric Pink Ladies.  Oy.

Of course, that no weirder than the other day where we ran a classic rock station and ended up with a Rick James singalong/dance party.  With ice pops.

One of our newest residents has some MOVES.  Apparently, she wanted to be a Soul Train dancer back in the day.  For someone who is 78, she is LIMBER.

She is also working her way through the men on the unit.

I was going to be an English teacher.  Or a lifer barista.  Or a nun.  Or maybe a writer.  I can write.  I'm good at it.

Nope.  I am changing diapers and feeding people and BREAKING UP GERIATRIC SEX PARTIES.

And getting secondhand slippers.  *sniifle*  Mz Edith & Co's daughter came to clean out her room.  She's in a psych ward for whatever time she has left.  We divided up clothes that could go to other residents and made piles for donation and the library.

She asked me if I wanted something.

When I first met her, Mz E was wearing a purple sweatsuit, a puffy coat, and silver sequinned bedroom slippers. She always used her feet with her wheelchair, so you could hear that "scuff schuff scuff" in advance of her appearance.  Those slippers were HER THING.

I finally made it home after three million errands, cautiously donned my silver slippers.  They're magic.  All of the stress of the day just faded.  Thank you, Mz. E.  And daughter.  <3

Time passes....

Apparently, I am incapable of finishing an entry lately.  It's the same thing with my paper journal.  The need for sleep is strong in this one.  ;)

Also, the heat is killing me.  Running all over Chapel Hill/Carrboro like a crazed thing after work yesterday probably didn't help, either.  But, but, but....payday!  Day with spousebeast!  Need supplies! (Specifically, strawberries for the waffles and stuff for mimosas)  Who cares if the heat index is 105F!

I was walking to the bus, bottle of champagne in hand, when Charles from Housekeeping passed me on his bike, a handle of cheap vodka strapped to the fender.  "We're off the weekend, sister!  Wooo-eeee!!!!"

Yeah....getting a weekend pass from Happy Acres makes everyone a little giddy.  ;)

And, in the spirit of giddiness, I think I shall be re-coloring my hair purple while the spousebeast is at work Sunday.  After a lifetime as a redhead, it's strange to be known for a different haircolor, but I kind of like being known as the girl with the purple pigtails. :)