Is it really only tuesday?

Okay, this post might sound a bit like a ...well okay it probably is just a whine fest. I am just exhausted tho and I cant believe there's still 3 more days in the week!!

This weekend was spent cleaning out a rental. I honestly can't believe some of the things people leave behind when they move out. I've always tried to be super concious of what I leave, if anything, in an apartment/house. But this house was a total bachelor pad. Wrestling videos, comics, the whole nine yards. It took us about 6 hours to bag up everything. The topper was this evil snake in a bottle. And yes, it was a real snake. Carl said it was a cobra, but I didnt get a very good look at it. As soon as I realized it was a snake, my stomach rolled and my skin crawled. Totally grossed me out. Which of course the boys thought was hilarious, so Ken decided to sneak it up on my whenever my attention was drawn elsewhere, simply because he thought it was hilarious to hear me scream. I didnt find it that amusing. I did find it humorous when he was laughing so hard he choked on his coke and almost threw up. Would have served him right. The thing was just awful. I got the worst vibes from it. Definately evil.

Monday... crap, was that really just yesterday? I was swamped at work. Along with being the first of the month (rents due) and all the vacancies we're dealing with, there's also the year end getting ready for tax stuff to get out. And I ran out of checks. How does that happen? And then I ran out of stamps. Seriously? So I left around 2 and went and got my eyebrows waxed. I was beginning to look like a muppet and was in serious need of some pampering by this point.

And Darlene, my manicurist, being the wonderful darling that she is, had a free hour so she gave me a free pedicure. So many different yay's here. It had been 4 months since my last one (who has the time and it's winter so no one besides me and the inside of my socks see's my feet) and man oh man did my feet appriciate her generosity. I guess I was making faces cuz she asked me if it was hurting. Nope, I was just disgusted by what she was scraping off my heels. EEW. Never going that long without one again. But after that I had to go back to the office and finish up paperwork and didnt end up getting home until 7.

Today was almost as crazy. I had left my leather jacket at Darlene's so I had to go pick that up at 8, then rush to get my tuneup on my car at 8:30. But I had forgotten that it was trash day and the trash guys were two houses down the street and wouldn't let me drag my trash can to them. Wienie heads. So now my garage is gonna stink until friday morning. Lovely. But I digress. Picked up my jacket, dropped off my car and walked over to the Cannery Casino (right across the street) for breakfast while I waited. I went to their cafe. Yeah, won't be doing that again. It didnt taste bad, but it didnt taste good either. No taste come to think of it. But walking back across the street to pick up my car I had this guy pull up, roll down his window, and I swear he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. Now, this is vegas. So probably 70% of the time when you see a younger woman (and sometimes not so younger woman) walking around or in front of a casino, she's probably a hooker. And by the look on this guy's face I had a feeling that's what he thought. Are you kidding me? I was wearing jeans, a black sweater, 3 inch heeled black boots and a black leather jacket. The only part of skin showing on me was my face and it was probably red from walking into the wind. Now maybe this is what hookers look like in Alaska or somewhere where it's cold but not here. So this just set me off. Here I am trying to make an effort to look nice, and some guy thinks i'm a hooker. I'm gonna go back to the sans makeup and just wear sweats.

The rest of today wasnt bad, just busy. Didnt feel like cooking dinner so we just had Panda Express for dinner. I really need to get my butt to the grocery store tomorrow though. Maybe, as long as tomorrow is really friday.