Half Day of Work, Then Play!

Tues. June 26, 2018 

I slept a lot better last night. 

Normally when I sleep over my girlfriends house we each have separate blankets. Not that I do not like sharing a blanket but I sleep more comfortable with with an actual pillow and of my own blanket. The night before I wanted to try sleeping under the same quilt but it did not work out. I love to cuddle with her but I need to have a blanket or pillow in between my legs. For some reason doing that allows me to sleep 10x better. 

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Bitmoji version of Me

I woke up at 7:30 this morning to an arm around my chest. For 10 minutes we laid like that until I tapped her several times to get ready for work. Every minute she stayed in bed was cutting it close to her being late. While she got ready I peeked from under the T-shirt I had covering my eyes. I was trying to hide my face from the sun. I saw her trying to put cream on her back and missing several spots. She was at the  beach yesterday and  failed at putting sun block on certain parts of her body leaving her back and chest red and on fire. From under the covers I came out to help. With a gentle touch I spread the cream across her back.  

8am. She was gone and I still had a half an hour to sleep.  

Before I knew it the time had went past my half an hour to 45 minutes. I was a sleep for longer than I needed to be but it felt good. I got dressed immediately, did my hair and left. I needed to get breakfast before I met the lady I work with. I cannot start my day without something in my stomach. 

At Dunkin Donuts I picked up breakfast for the both of us. I figured we should both have something to fuel our systems. Beside that I do not treat her often and thought it would be nice. I bought a bacon, egg, and cheese on a plain bagel for her and got myself an apple fritter. (Normally I do not eat at that other Dunkin Donuts than the one by the office so the fritter from here was not what I was expecting, but it was good. Should they all have the same recipe? 

Shopping! 

Around 10:15am I was sitting in the lot of a Marshalls. It was across from the building we were going to be working at. While I waited I figured a little shopping would not hurt. While I was looking around she sent me a text saying she needed more time. I had no problem with that. I definitely took more time. In the fitting room with me were 2 pairs of shorts, 1 pair of pants and a button up T-shirt. The shirt was the only thing I liked. On the way out I also picked up a magnetic phone holder for my car. I have been meaning to get one but somehow always forget when I enter a store. 

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(photo found on Google images)

When I got to the car I realized the phone holder was not that great of a choice. It is one of those holders that must be placed in the vent. My car is small that everything seems squished together. With the holder in the vent it blocks my radio slightly. I am not to worried about because my radio has a remote but it might be inconvenient. I will have to try it on the road to be sure. 

11am. Ready to be done as soon as possible. 

By the time I got to the lady I work with she was already setting up. She said ‘take your time’ and I did, a little too much. Looking the phone holder took more time that picking out the shirt and trying it on. There were so many accessories to look through and I so determined to find it that time was not an issue during that time. But better late than never. 

The service turned out to be okay. It was not as big as being on the pier but it was enough for us to be comfortable being there. We did expect to do more but I think that is more of a ‘I want a million dollar day’ thing. 

3pm. The rest of the day is mine! 

We were done for lunch with no dinner shift lined up. The rest of the day was free. I have no idea what she was going to do but I had plans.  

I went straight home to shower up and get ready for dinner. I would have gone to my girlfriends house instead but the only clothes I had there were for work. I expected to be running doubles all week leaving me with no time for fun. My girlfriend and I planned to go out for dinner with her sister. The place was not decided at the time but we definitely wanted to go out.  

I was so excited to have my new shirt from earlier that I put an outfit together right away. Grey pants, the new coral and grey shirt and light grey with red trimming slip-ons. I even wore red dress socks for the full effect. 

5:30pm. Almost time. 

Back on the road in traffic. I avoided it earlier but could not now. I got to my girlfriends house by 6. A lot later than I anticipated. For a bit over an hour we sat around watching TV while her sister worked on a report. 

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(photo found on Google images)

By 8:30pm we were sitting at a restaurant called Cuban Pete’s ready to put food in our systems. It had been months since I have eaten there so I went with the classic meal, ropa vieja. This is dish with shredded or pulled stewed beef with vegetables, paired with a side of white rice and sweet plantain. A meal for kings. 

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(photo found on Google images)

Walking on a full stomach… 

After enjoying our meals we headed to Walmart. We head to pick up a few things for the house. Dog pads, aloe gel, soap, etc. I had the important items like cereal and milk in the cart. The rest was up to the sisters.  

We were so stuffed that we could not wait to go home. The fact that we left right after eating instead of digesting was not smart. I had such a knot in my stomach that I had to sit down on whatever I could every few minutes. My stomach felt like a rock. As if I had grown a six pack in a matter of minutes. I was dying from the pain.  

Back at the house I went straight to the room. In the middle of trying to undress I had to lay down in the floor to rest. Moving hurt to much. Not even the ginger ale helped.  

By 11:45 we were in bed.  

P.S. 

I had to rub aloe vera gel all over my girlfriends back. It was so bad that with every little light touch she jumped from pain. It was horrible but funny. 

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