~Last week, my sister invited us all to join her in sharing our typical day in pictures. Well, I chose Saturday (because although it is still technically, my Friday -workwise- it is a little more laid back...) So, here's how my typical day in the life of Jessica played out...
(Brace yourselves - the excitement may be more than you can stand!) : )
Most mornings, my sweet little psycho stray kitten, Li'l Bit brings me her toy (a lovely recycled bread tie) so I will throw it for her. I guess God knew that I would love to have a dog if I only had the $$ and space for one, so He did what he could and sent me a cat who loves to retrieve.
...Oh yeah. And loves water. Not your typical cat at all.
She got up on my bathroom counter one morning and in order to scare her down, I turned on the faucet.
Turned out... she LOVED it. And now, every single morning, when I come around the corner to head for the showers... she's sitting there, waiting in the sink. For me to turn on the water so she can play in it. Crazy.
It's off to work I go.
These are the steps that I take down to the parking lot from my doorstep.
The ones I really need to just run up and down about 50 x a day, but I get tired just thinking about it...
And, ahhhh. My beloved most treasured thing about living in my 'hood. The would-be, could-be nice wrought iron gate with the railroad crossing bar in front of it! That takes a short eternity every time you come to it. And again, I mean, who are they trying to fool? All the hoodlums are already on this side of the gate, people! For pity's sake: open it up and let a few out once in a while!
Alright... here it is... don't blink or you might miss it. The end-all, be-all place for fried green tomatoes and fried chicken in the South. My home away from home...
But, they know what's best for them, so they keep me out of the kitchen.
And this is my view on the world for the greater part of most any day of the week. At the counter, ringing folks up.
The other place I dwell on the premises would be our underbelly storage. AKA - THE DUNGEON.
Can't stop the UPS guy or the Fed Ex guy either. Which explains all the 'stuff' up there. And this is just one room of about 5 up there. And this is actually probably the lowest inventory we've had in storage since I've been there.
And unfortunately, Schlage can't stop a tea-spill from coming in on us either.
And, behind this door... Well, let's just say, you've been given fair warning. It's dark. It's creepy. It's the one reason we've been thankful for a drought for 2 years, because any time it rains, we have a 'river run through it'. It's filthy.
Finally get back over to Target (for my crackers). Thanks to Dad and his expertise in changing a tire - 'cause heaven knows, I'd still be on the side of Flat Shoals Rd trying to get the car jack out of the trunk!
Back to the 'hood. To 'check back in' for the night. Here's the lovely gate pass reader to let us back in to this fine 'institution'. The place I thought I'd get be out of in 5 or less. But, it's looking like I don't quite have the 'bail money' I need just yet, so maybe another 5 to 10.