April 11: Gratitude Thirty-Eight

Tonight, I am grateful for half-price pop.

Every Friday, the local Holiday gas station has a half-price Friday on all of their fountain pops.  For those of you not from Michigan, pop = soda.  There's nothing like a cherry Diet Mountain Dew.  Multiply that by 54 ounces, and you've got the makings of a very good evening (plus several trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night).

I don't know if I'm going to buy a pop for myself.  I just like the idea that I can get 54 ounces of liquid paradise for less than a dollar.  It's comforting.  Like the idea of guardian angels and Hillary Clinton running for President.

Maybe before I put my PJs on tonight, I may stop by the Holiday and pony up 75 cents.

It will make Saint Marty very happy.  And a little wired.

This cracks my shit up

January 22: A Good Tired

I'm tired tonight.  A good tired.  I've had a good day, full and busy.

It didn't start out good.  I stopped at the Holiday Gas Station on the way to work to buy a cherry Diet Mountain Dew.  Fifty-two ounces of liquid beauty.  As I was setting it on my desk, I knocked it over.  I had a 52 ounce puddle of beauty on the carpet.  I did let fly a few colorful words of beauty at 5 a.m.

However, I did not let that inauspicious beginning ruin my whole day.  Just a small, caffeine-deprived portion of it.  Other than that, I kept myself busy.  I even earned a little extra money this afternoon.  I wrote a cover letter and resume for a friend who's applying for a new job.

I cleaned the bathroom and vacuumed my house this evening.  My kids' report cards were fantastic this quarter.  And now I'm done with my posts for the day.

Saint Marty is tuckered out.

I'm all tuckered out from spilling shit