Friday - I didn't have a great day. Jeff and I had an argument on Thursday night (we rarely argue, but *gasp* we aren't perfect, so it's bound to happen). As a result, I didn't get much sleep. Then I woke up with a bladder infection. I got a lot done at work, but I have so much more to do that it didn't feel like much of a success (framing, Amber).
Truthfully, for most of the day, I just felt crummy -- physically and emotionally and all I really wanted to do was be by myself. I wanted to go home, have a really long, really hot bubble bath with tea, candles, and a book. Then I wanted to get out of the bath, and put on some lame rom-com on Netflix while working on a puzzle in comfy pj's. But, it was the night of Jeff's Christmas party. He knew I wasn't feeling well and said that if I wanted to stay home, I could. I considered it, but went anyway. As usual, when I'm in a gross place, being around people turned my mood around.
So, let's focus on the good parts, yeah? Yeah.
1. At the party, the three guys who serve as the "bosses" were recognized by the employees. Watching Jeff walk up there made me really proud. And he looked really sexy. Like, really, really sexy. *ahem... moving on*
2. The food was amazing. I should have taken a picture of my plate and posted it because there's no way anyone thought I would eat that much. I was weirdly proud. I kept asking people at my table, "did you see that?!" A little sad, yes, but I freaking hope they saw it.
3. Laughing my ass off at the "Name that tune" game that the DJ's had all of us play. The people that Jeff works with are all crazy and hilarious and have no problem making total asses of themselves. Incidentally, this works out well for me.
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