So, Friday night we went to Lit and Terry’s. They are staying in Cabot for a while. We hung out and ate. Lit made Reuben’s. Pretty good. They gave me my Christmas presents since I won’t be going to Mountain Home for Christmas. Some books and a Houdini lock and key puzzle. It’s weird. Everybody thinks that I like puzzles and all that mess, when in reality I hate them. I like crosswords, but detest jigsaw puzzles, Rubik’s cubes, or any kind of puzzle that you have to solve. But, I like the Houdini lock because it’s a lock. It looks cool. I looked up online how to solve it. That’s how I am with that kind of stuff. If I don’t get it right away then I want nothing to do with it. I’m not like that with everything though. If I’m interested in it then I’ll spend forever doing, or trying to do it. I just can’t stand puzzles…or magic.
On Saturday, we went to the family and friends get together at Shotgun Dan’s pizza in North Little Rock. There were about 12 to 14 of us. Who counts? I don’t. Anyway, I sat on the end with all of the guys. The older guys that is. Rick, David, Terry, and Steve. I would do every single one of them. That’s not creepy because I’m not actually related to any of them. I got slightly buzzed. Beer. Anyway, it was a good time.
Today we went to Walmart. We did the self check out because Sue is one of those inpatient people who doesn’t like to wait for five minutes to do anything. Anyway, it was a tad bit frustrating. You know how those checkouts can be. Especially if you have a lot of groceries. The rest of the day we watched football. I was on my phone most of the day too. You know, Instagram, games, stuff like that.
It’s back to work tomorrow. After work were supposed to go get new iPhones. That’ll be fun, knock on wood. Anyway, I hope it doesn’t turn out to be a big deal. Because, you know, it’s Sue. Brainwashed by the military, so everything an exact certain way. She’s one of those by the book, list people. Me, I’m a free bird. I have junk planned out in my head. Plus, I can adapt when stuff goes awry without turning it into a big production or acting like the world is completely falling apart. That doesn’t mean that I don’t like routine. Because, I do. But things can’t always be routine, so you just gotta deal.
Well, that’s it for now. Ciao.