Day of Shirking and Hooky Declared

the best part of waking up is not folger's in your cup, as once thought. oh, no. the best part of waking up is that small moment of time when you think you might get to go back to sleep.

i half-heartedly tried to convince the boy that today we should play hooky. it was a blurry 10 degrees or so this morning. we did not get to the video we rented last night and there was left over curry in the fridge. add a couple of blankets and a bit of snuggling and it makes for perfect hooky weather if you were to ask me.

the boy and i had to hustle our frozen posteriors to the airport last night to pick up his friend. this over, we only had time to watch a few cartoons before bed. i was a patient listener when the boy had a fit about missing our time of doing nothing. i fully understand. our weekend together wasn't so wonderful, relaxing or voluntary.

i'm sure that what everyone is hoping for is that there boss is going to call them at home and tell them not to bother coming in. does anyone have a boss like this:

'hello? yeah, this is your boss. just thought that i'd give you a holler. i'm not feeling very productive today and that being the case i hate to force you to be active. why don't you stay in where it's warm and watch yourselves some movies?'

no? well, i can hope. tomorrow would be a ridiculous day to call in. i'm leaving for a north dakotan t-day tomorrow. i'm leaving from work for crying out loud. also, were i to call in tomorrow i would lose pay for thursday.

so there you have it. i'm stuck pretending to accomplish bits and pieces. funny how anyone believes that because my desk is full of clutter. perhaps they think that i'm a bit too busy to get to it?

i'm going to let them think that...