The most perfect day

I live a very charmed life. 

 

I have relationship with my Heavenly Father...

Whose love I cannot begin to comprehend but I am most thankful for it. 

 

I have a wonderful family - although geographically we are not close,

we are on each other's minds and in our hearts. 

 

I have a group of close friends who love me even in my ridiculous

moments when I say the first thought that pops into my head. 

 

I have a wonderful job where I get to use my mad

organizational skills to keep the department in order. 

 

I have a cat.  (This one makes me laugh.)  Actually I should say,

my cat has an adoring human who feeds and supplies

her with an abundance of catnip. 

 

Today was one of those days that I want to remember...

 

After staying up too late last night baking chocolate chunk cookies (They're like chocolate chip cookies but with CHUNKS of chocolate!), I arose from my slumber before the rising of the sun.  My curls decided to cooperate as I straightened the curliness right out of each winding spiral.  This is a huge deal!!!  My curls tend to have a mind of their own.  They like to be free and wild and bouncy.  Most days I am ok with this - today, however, I wanted straight hair.  It cooperated.  I want this noted on my "The Most Perfect Day" post.  Call me 'vain' if you must.

 

After leaving the cottage 10 minutes later than I had intended, I put the kaboshkeys to dropping off the cookies before work and settled into Plan B - drop them off at lunchtime.  It was easier and saved my sanity.  Which let's be honest...saving one's sanity is priceless.

 

Stop #1:  Meg's Daily Grind.  It is, afterall, Thursday.  (I said "Thursday" kind of sing-songy.)

 

One hot green tea and a large cinnamon soy latte (It's like Christmas in a cup!) for my favorite co-worker later, I was off to beat the time clock.  I'm not a fan of leaving late for work.  It's not what I like to do...especially on a Thursday.  Stopping at Meg's on Alpine Road means I will have to travel Alpine Road to get to work.  On the mornings when I take said road, I feel like I am stuck in the 1980's Frogger.  You know...old-school Atari Frogger.  My parents were never into video games.  (I managed to survive that and I don't even feel the need to see a therapist now!)  I know about Atari Frogger because my friend Diana had an Atari at her house.  And every time I would spend the night, we would play Frogger.  I would beg her to let me play the game.  I wasn't good at it.  Thankfully - Frogger is not indicative of my driving.  (To my friend Sara, I say, "Yes, we've had close calls in my Ford Tempo 'The Pickle' and in my Toyota Corrolla 'Rosie' but are you dead?  No.  We survived.)  Any-who...Alpine in the mornings reminds me of Frogger because I have to dash between cars...and this morning was no exception.  Plus there was the whole I'm-running-10-minutes-late factor.  Not to mention, I kind of wanted to drop off the cookies before work.  Again - I liked Plan A but it wasn't going to happen.  Plan B won.

 

I managed to make it to work in record time - rejoicing and thanking the Lord for several green light divine appointments.  :) 

 

The morning flew by.  My favorite co-worker is out of the office tomorrow so he made sure I did all of his necessary, top priority items today.  With him, everything is urgent.  It's what makes him a fabulous engineer and able to juggle many projects.  As a joke, I will inquire, "What's the priority level of this?" And every time, he will say, "This is your top priority.  Oh, wait - THIS is your top priority.  Nooo...this is your top priority.  All 3 are your top priorities!"

 

An early lunch afforded me time to skedaddle (Skedaddle is the word of the day!) over to Center Street and drop off the plate o'yumminess.

 

Ok - so I don't bake for my co-workers.  I shouldn't say that I don't bake.  I don't bake often for my co-workers.  My favorite co-worker found out about the made-from-scratch chocolate chunk cookies and how I was being kind and making them for someone else.  Too say that he was jealous was like saying the Titanic bumped into an ice cube.  After listening to his ridiculousness, I decided to split the batch of cookies and bring half of them in to work.  I made sure my co-workers, who already love me, were given the left-in-the-oven-a-minute-or-two-too-long cookies while setting aside the pretty cookies AND my favorite co-worker totally called me on it.  "Did you give us the burnt, oddly-shaped cookies?"  He knows me oh-so-well.  That is exactly what I did.  Oh - and the work cookies were NOT burnt.  They were well-done.  And the plate was empty by the time we were ready to leave, so I don't think anyone suffered. 

 

Cookies delivered:  check. 

Met my fun work pen pal:  check.

Made it back to work with 8 minutes to spare. 

 

The rest of the afternoon went in the same fashion as the morning.  Non-eventful but a steady stream of please-do-this stuff.

 

5 p.m. met the girls for coffee at Meg's.  I love Thursdays when I begin and end the day with Meg's.  Ending it with another decaf tea and chit-chat with these girlies made my whole day perfect.

 

Here are a couple pics from this most perfect day...