Cornfuzzled

This has been such a weird week. Tuesday were the primary elections here, so the Evil Twin and Buddy were both home. The Evil Twin had taken Monday off as a vacation day, so he could have a four day weekend.

I've been so off my routine, it's making me crazy. Yesterday, it rained buckets all day. I was going to go to the Mart of Wal, but didn't need anything desperately enough that the trip couldn't wait 'til today, so today it is.

I think I may be able to shift my grocery day from Monday to mid-week, which is nice. I hated starting my week out having to grocery shop.

By the time I get my days back on track, it'll be Monday again! Sheesh!

It HAS been a good week, though. I was able to have some down time, we got the vinyl siding estimate that I was worried would be sky high - so that calmed my anxiety down several notches.

While I spent that evening going back and forth about what to do, I wished that I had some sort of part time job I could do from home. Just to bring in a bit of extra income.

I do freelance typing for a few people, but the work is not steady. I had done some typing last week and still had one letter I needed to get to my client. I called him on Wednesday to let him know it had been ready for some time (turns out he had been out of town last week, so that's why he didn't stop by and get it then). He then offered me an opportunity to work from home! It won't be many hours, but it will be something I will do every month.

How cool is that? And, it's something I happen to enjoy doing anyway and I'm good at it. I can't really go into much detail - it's totally legal, but it involves personal financial matters. I'm especially flattered that I am trusted enough for him to ask me to work with him on this project.

Speaking of being trusted, won't you trust me with a secret or two this week? You have until tomorrow morning +/- 9:00am (sometimes I slack on it until closer to 10 am, like today!) Send me email at eviltwinswife@gmail.com. No one has access to my computer except me and all secrets are deleted from my email as soon as I copy and paste them into a word document.

Unfortunately, Sissy found a recorder (flute type of instrument) in her brother's stash of stuff and has appropriated it for herself. She is currently using it as an instrument of torture by making up tuneless toots, I think it's a covert operation to drive me nuts (I don't have far to go). So, with that, I will jump in the shower and save myself a few moments of ear bleeding torture!

Happy Thursday, hooligans!