The Beautiful Thing about Working

The most beautiful, wonderful, extravagently fabulous thing about working is when you get off early.  It is.  I've done some scientific studies, and the results were completely unanimous.  I mean, its easy to get unanimous results when you only ask one person, and the person I asked is the scientific sort, so...  I feel my results are legitimate and conclusive.

Who did I ask?

Oh, that'd be me.  I said to myself, "Self, what is the best thing about working?" and then I answered, "Oh, you silly girl, you know that its when you get out of work early!"

And that pretty much sealed the deal.

As you may have guessed, I got out of work early on Friday.  I sat in on a distance learning course, and not only did they feed me (and well, too, I might add) but since it went through lunch, I racked up 5 hours that I had to take off so that it wouldn't count as overtime.  Poor me, I know.  Sometimes, life is just that hard.  So I cut out early on Friday, and an hour or so later, I found myself at the lake with some friends and our two dogs.  It was loverly.

Old Dukas, Earl of Dukes, seems to have recovered quite nicely from his header earlier in the week.  He's even learned some new skills, such as...

Let the weekend games begin!

Yesterday, H. & I's (grammar is weird) weekend started.  Oh, the fun of it.

We began by going to look at some houses with our favorite sweet dear lady realtor.  It was an adventure, as it always is when B the Barbarian is around.  We just love her, and her British accent.  And the fact that she has to jump to get out of my Jeep.  And her charming and well-told tales of woe.  Pretty much all of her.  We saw a few houses, and had a good time.  The results of the house hunting are currently being withheld until serious discussion time has both convened and concluded.

Afterwards, B the Barbarian left us (bereft) and H. & I decided to fill our time with a little adventure.  So we packed up our puppy dog (yes, the 82 lb one) and our newest toy, and headed out to the high seas.

Idyllic, no?
Let me add that it was a roarin' hot 94*, and the water was cool enough to be refreshing.