Friday, October 2, 2009

I love a good mood

At the risk of jinxing myself, I'm going to go on the record and say Friday, October 2, you are alright by me. Case in point:
  • It's a good hair day. I caught sight of myself on the way out of Mary Clare's school this morning, and I thought, damn, that Danielle does good work.
  • My dress has pockets. Pockets! I love that.
  • I powered through two executive summaries and had three proposals out the door by 2 p.m. Kapow. I am an editing and alliteration wizard.
  • The noise level at my new desk is high. High and annoying. At first, I thought this would be the death of me. Then I rediscovered radio. In a mere 30 minutes, Todd Rundgren radio treated me to Tiny Dancer, I Saw the Light, Do Ya and a few others I haven't heard in years. I think this musical goodness had a direct effect on the excessive efficiency previously referenced.
  • The Jones family is heading into St. Louis for a quick visit, so the extended Thole clan is gathering tonight at our place for cocktails, Black Thorn pizza and Ted Drewes frozen custard. And hopefully some peaceful, photogenic moments between the cousins.
  • The weather outside is gorgeous. Windy, but gorgeous. I love the fall.

I plan to toast the greatness that is today with a glass of bubbly the second I walk through the door tonight. Here's hoping that your Friday is equally effervescent.


  1. "...equally effervescent" oooh, I like that! Sounds like an awesome day so far, and it seems like it's going to keep getting better and better! We're having pizza tonight too, along with some vodka cran's later and a scary movie. Have a good one!

  2. I didn't know you moved cubes. I need the deets on that. I would like a do-over on my friday night please. Charlotte threw a glass bowl on the kitchen floor which shattered clear to the front door, the pizza in the oven smoked up the house and now everything stinks, then Charlotte fell out of her highchair with a loud thunk. Thank goodness for hardwood and not ceramic or we would most def be at the emergency room. This all wouldn't have happened if you would have invited us to your exclusive Thole party.


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