Six of the next seven weekends, I have something fun to do outside!! WOOHOO!!
This weekend is our very local festival – it’s not huge, but it’s fun. Great vendors, hot dogs from the Boy Scouts, and a wine garden! It’s great cause it’s literally 10 minutes away, I know exactly where to park, and it’s just a good time all around. And to the dudes (and it was always dudes) who made fun of me for liking this stuff over my lifetime – fuck you. I LOVE THIS SHIT AND I MAY GO BOTH DAMN DAYS.
Work week was relatively calm, which is good. I did leave on time yesterday for our half day and felt kinda guilty about it, cause there was a client issue swirling around out there, but when I left, my inbox was empty. Fact of the matter is, I’d been there since 7AM and going full tilt all day and if early closings apply to everyone but engineering, then they need to say that out loud.
Coming week is gonna be a full on shitshow I’m sure, given that it’s the last week to finish testing this feature-ette we’re putting out and I’m sure that client issue is gonna be in my inbox first thing Monday morning. But then I’m on PTO and there is no way in fucking hell I will be online that week, cause I have PLANS! So, let the shitshow commence, I will get through it.
On the “bodies are stupid and were horribly QC’d” front, I’ve done something to my left hip. It feels like I twisted it or slept on it wrong or something, I don’t know, but it vaguely feels like if I could just “pop” it the right way, that would fix it. Here’s hoping Advil, some walking around a festival, and a spell in the wine garden do the trick.
Have great Saturday and go find a festival!
Musings of a marginally sane feline-appreciating female. 
People who don’t like fair season are dweebs. Fair season is THE BEST. We have one like every weekend from now through almost the end of October and you bet I’m hitting up several.
In fact, next weekend is Old Home Day in Dad’s hometown, and hell yeah I’m getting in the car at 7 AM for that one. I always be put down big money ($10) on “Plop Bingo,” where you “buy” a spot on a pre-marked grid down the main drag and bet on which spots the cows and horses in the parade will “plop” on. You never actually get any money back, but you get a cool “I Won at Plop Bingo” pin and some bragging rights for the year.
Last weekend, my sister went to one local fair famous for their “Wee Wee Wee Piggie Races.” The piggies never race; they just put the piglets in a track, and the piglets proceed to be piglets and just kinda wander around for a while and everyone coos over how cute they are.
People who don’t see the joy in this stuff ain’t right.
Rooting for your hip.
I am having a GREAT day! Got my hot dog, some Christmas ornaments, a cute sundress with POCKETS, pumpkin cookies, and I have found the wine garden.
We don’t have piglet races, which sounds AWESOME, but there are pony rides!
What’s not to love?
And some walking seems to have made my hip decide to not be so elderly, yay!