grown up tasks for the timid.

It is dark. It is grey and it is raining. I think I may enjoy this.

Last night for my grown-up task (along with making dinner) I helped Mr. Jenner hang a few pictures. (their crimes were just to awful to mention..har har har..oh never mind.) Mr. Jenner one-upped me in the grown-up tasks department by changing the filter thingie on the furnace.

I am not sure what dinner will involve but something will inspire me (I hope) during the day.
Now I need to get ready for work and pet the bunnies.

And yet she keeps a smile

People were extra needy and awful today. Everyone at work felt the same way I did. Everyone was on the verge of saying things like, "Go to hell you bastard." But we didn't.
I feel pretty cheerful despite the fact that I am continuing to pick up the mess Judah left behind.
It makes me think of when some ass completely fucks something up and leaves and everyone else picks up the pieces. I think he should be forced to give back all of the pay he received over the last month.

For amusing anecdotes I offer you this: About half-way through work I noticed my top felt a little odd. I realized that I had my shirt on backwards. Gennie is twenty-five years old and is still mastering the art of getting dressed.
*takes a bow*

Oh Mr. Jenner is home, and in the mail I received the prettiest darn scarf. It is a cashmere pashmina scarf that is hot pink. I look fucking fabulous.

Now to enjoy the fact that I don't work this weekend.

Miss Gennie needs a Kir Royale