Toppers

I was talking to my friend recently, and since she lives on a coast, she lives in a major metropolitan city. A city lots of tourists from all over the world come to visit: a town celebrated in song and verse.

So when I thought I had a bad week, we discussed her week. She topped me. When I was looking at the news, it went from spectacular to excrement covered really quickly.

Here's the list.

1. Minding her own business, Friend, her husband and two kids take a walk on a beautiful weekend day. They go to the beach. The moment they get there, a woman's body washes ashore. Police are called and say, "We've been looking for her--she's a suicide victim. We're on our way." Kids are herded off while they wait a safe distance away.
   
   Thirty minutes later, they show up, and an hour later, her husband is released after a statement. Needless to say, the weekend really was a washout.
   
2.  I thought I was being harassed until I saw this article. No, I'm really not nearly as harassed as this guy.

I am content that someone else did top my week.

My life is really boring in contrast. Frankly, I like it that way.

More later...

Momma took a day

Yes, I took a day of my own vacation and did everything for me. Got my tires rotated. Went for an annual check up including those smashing tests. Even filed and buffed my nails (ran out of polish, so I decided to wait).

I also did some networking with some very important nurses who happened to be nearby at a networking shindig. Met lots of nice people and they even had really good cookies in between sessions.  Some people were from out of town, so I got to tell them about the good stuff in the neighborhood they were staying in, because we all love tourists in our town, especially this time of year, when it's usually slow.

And to finish Momma's day off, I went to a posh watering hole (PoshBar) with some of my old coworkers from my other life. With all the mergers and acquisitions lately, only one or two people are still working at MegaCompany. We had a blast eating all of those cheap appetizers. The waitress even  forgot to ring up three sodas I drank. I noticed  it on my bill and told her. "Oh, I'm not worried about those."

Consequently, she got a nice tip. I have no idea what PoshBar normally charged for those, but I made sure I covered it on my tab. As I learned in that other life, it's always important to keep your server happy.

Stay tuned...this staycation ain't over yet!