The bottle and the boots

It snowed Saturday evening, a white blanket of traffic-clogging nonsense, that caused church to be cancelled on Sunday. A true day of rest was most welcome, and I had to do a double take not to set an alarm!

I felt rested, but I think I have pulled something in the groin area while shoveling. I am also slipping very easily. As a result, I am wearing Timberland's as snow boots.

At work today, my boss' boss has asked me not to wear my snow boots to work. The problem with that is, that the floor of the cafeteria is also slick. My Merrill's are useless on slick surfaces.

I am going to break down and get the big, ugly pair of Diabetic shoes that I should be wearing, and that my work cannot say a word about, because I am done being told what I am wearing is wrong, not dress code, etc. I am wearing a boot because I don't want to LAND ON MY ASS, and I don't wear the shoes I used to, because they almost made me lose my toe.

I am tired, but I am ploughing on, and put some money in the postage cash box. Laying beside the cash box, neat as you please, is a beautiful, green bottle of Diet Mountain Dew. I'd forgotten all about it! It was like Ambrosia, the very nectar of the Gods. Drinking it, I am renewed, awake....

....and feisty about my dang boots! LOL This is probably why I have this attitude!