Happy Friday!

TGIF and All That Jazz...

It's been a busy Friday for me which is honestly saying something.  Since my surgery just four weeks past, I've been on a graduating scale of inactivity.  The "no lifting anything over 5lbs" restriction really can put a crimp in your style.. lemme tell you!  Not to mention, after having three surgeries in just about a year on top of some other invasive tests, I'm pretty damned pooped.   I talked to my doctor about it this week and he said that is to be expected with this many procedures.. My body SHOULD be downright exhausted!

So where did that leave me today?!?  Let's see..

Senor Grumpy Pants and I had to head down to campus to resolve the mystery of the scholarship that's never been applied.  The school sets up a system and deadline to pay tuition.  Then, they say you're sooooo amazing, we're going to give you this awesome scholarship because we know you've been busting your tail (thank you kindly!) and once you register we'll apply it.  So I registered a month ago and the tuition came due yesterday.  The scholarship is there on my account.

They can see it.  It's not invisible.  It's not a mystery scholarship all invisible like that I imagined receiving to help me endure another fucking semester of twenty-something year old classmates.  I actually received this shit and they know it.  They just haven't decided which ONE of my classes they're going to apply it to..

Ummm.. pick one?!?  Because see, here's the deal.. in their perfect system they've devised.. you can't pay your tuition, set up an installment plan, do JACK DOODLEY FUCKING SQUAT TO PAY SHIT.. without dragging your happy ass down there to stand in line to discuss this loveliness with the cashier.

With Senor Grumpy Pants.  Am I repeating myself?

O.o

Soooo.. he got up at 0630 because today was his big day at work.  He didn't wake me up.  I don't know what he thought was going to happen when it came time to go to the school.  

So Senor and I leave..

Oh, did I mention that his battery was dead - TWICE?!?

We were at the school bright and early when they opened.  It sucks being at a school standing in fucking line waiting for stupid shit knowing you could be in pajamas at home having coffee.  It really fucking sucks.

He left.  I left.  Romantic, eh?  (That's his Canadian rubbing off on me.)

I got home.. I cleaned because I am a domestic goddesssssssssss.  Let's be clear.. I can clean on such a limited scale right now that I'm like one of those murky unknown goddesses that archaeologists find out about after digging up some rock.  Not a cool rock in an pyramid that will end up in a museum.. some scrubby rock that looks like a farmer hit it with his plow more than it has a goddess carving on it.

I can slide a dust mop though!  Lord I hate a dusty fucking floor..

After the floor was free of debris and the dogs ran for their lives from the microfiber floor demon, my girlfriend's asked me to lunch.  What kind of goddess would I be if I denied my peeps?!?  I shall provide!!!! It was so good seeing them.. but you know, they complain about a lot of stuff.  I adore them.  But they complain about things they do actually have the power to change.. and they never do anything about it.  An hour of that is a lot for me..

On my way home.. picked up a birthday card for my favorite cousin and mailed it.. and came home to rest.. cuz well.. you guessed it.. I'm pooped.

I will say this.. resting on this sofa as much as I have has not caused me to appreciate it at all.