With that said, I didn't work out this morning like I planned. Monday started well with work, and I seemed to have a good handle on stuff when half my staff is gone or on travel. I'm in between sessions with work so I need to do a few things with Algebra class, kinda like Spring Break right now! Only much less cool.
We got confirmation that one of the dogs we've been looking at is available this Friday and if everyone gets along, we can take him home. His name is Carter and he's a liver spotted Dalmatian.
We will be going to see him around noon, so I hope the yard is ready. There's much to do in that backyard!
Otherwise the night was well.
There was a brand new "How I Met Your Mother." It was awesome! And I went to bad happy.
UNTIL! The frickin doorbell rang at 3:30 in the morning! Let's do the math, shall we?
Hmmm... Monday is St. Patrick's Day.
Hmmm... San Diego has quite a few Irish.
Hmmm... San Diego also has quite a few young sailor and marines.
Hmmm... I live on a Naval Base.
Wait! Naval Base! You can't just walk up to my door! No way! Not unless you are:
1) Base Police
b) My neighbor
4) Drunk and Lost
Take a gander at which of the idiots would KNOCK on my door (knock being the operative word here)...
I'm a nice guy... I took him to his barracks. BUT MAN AM I TIRED TODAY!