FACE.

So the bar night was no good. I'm not going into it. Let's just say that Black Opals are NOT my friend.

Brought Terry to Thankspantsing at Gramma and Grampa's. Yusss. It was goot. Stuffed the shit out of ourselves and got stupid with teh K-town. MMMHMMM! MMMMHMMM. Went back to the island around 7-8 and passed out immediately. This morning we went out to breakfast at the Stanwood Cafe. Oh biscuits 'n' gravy. I heart pants. Dropped Terry at Richard's and headed home to change for work. Left for work at 12:30 even though I didn't have to be there until 2. I figured it was gonna be a lot crazier than it was. Parked at the fireworks-lot-turned-employee-parking behind the mall, took a shuttle there (how nuts is that?!?!) had a smoke and went inside. The store wasn't so bad, but my face fell immediately once I saw my poor, poor fucking shoes. Okay. If you've ever seen my shoe wall before (and how PERFECT it is), picture about 75% of the boxes on the floor and the shoes scattered all throughout the store. It was HORRIBLE. Took me five hours to clean it up and I was still missing boxes and matches by the time I left. GUH. Grabbed my desperately needed paycheck (that I can't even cash until tomorrow), took the shuttle back to my car, scraped the ice off my windows with my debit card (HEH!), talked to Terry while my car heated up and went home.

So tired. Must shower and sleep. Then in the morning I get to go cash my check, buy a real ice scraper and other random things, then go to work at noon. Wee. And if I don't work on Sunday, I think tattoos are in order for Terry, Karina and I. YAY.