was me today at work. it seemed that everything i touched either broke, fell, exploded, spilled or dropped out of my hands. i dropped customers’ change repeatedly, forgot whether or not they said they wanted cream, thoroughly doused Guy with whipped cream as i walked past him and pushed the handle for no reason, slipped and almost crashed into the pastry case on a spill i had made several minutes earlier… ohhhh man. people kept telling me i looked pale, and this flu thing did reappear this morning, so i don’t doubt i did look a little pale. there was nothing to do but laugh, and luckily everyone got a real kick out of my mishap of a morning.
they also got a REAL kick out of the turkey that i drew on the coffee brewer holding our thanksgiving blend a few days ago, because Guy walked by and said, “hey, that’s a great turkey, can i have you draw a few more?” so… my turkey was all over the place in our store. today, wayne says, in this exasperated voice in passing to Devon, “Ok, WHO drew that turkey!? that is the worst turkey I’ve ever seen. it has four legs, no wings, no beak, and the feathers do not look like that on a turkey.” oh we laughed so hard at that one, because he thought for sure it couldn’t have been me and was soo embarrassed and then i pointed out all the other hand-drawn turkeys around us, and they were all equally beak/wing/talent-free.
so i came home, brought some oatmeal bread over to judy that i baked last night, played the piano at north park for a while, put gas in the car, and am going to lay here in bed until nat comes home. we are going to dawson for thanksgiving tomorrow, and i am excited for a road trip with new playlists, an old buick, and her: