Lately, it's very rare that I write a post from a computer, because work has Blogger blocked. Which if you ask me, is like the dumbest thing. What do they think? I would sit at work and blog all day long? I would. So instead I sit on my phone and blog all day long. HA! Sucka's. Joke's on you! And for anyone who cares, they also have Facebook blocked, and when the IT Manager left, we printed AND framed the dumb we've-blocked-you-from-any-social-med-except-Twitter-aka-all-sources-of-fun screen and got all of Production to sign it. IT - 0, Production - 1. (That's a total lie, reverse it. IT always wins. Except in Halloween costumes.......then Production ALWAYS wins.) Anyway, I have some time to kill tonight, and I've cleaned the kitchen as much as possible, I'm sick of the boob-tube (mostly because Casey just got voted off American Idol and I'm bitter and retaliating), so I plopped down with my steamed artichoke, scotch on the rocks (Why? I'll get to that in a second), and am listening to Keri Noble on repeat. I love this song. Every single second, word and breath of it reminds me of my sister. Not just because we'd listen to the entire album on repeat when we'd drive from Fargo to Dickinson back in our college days, or because my very first concert was seeing Keri Noble with my Katie, but the words hit painfully close to home. No need to get serious and emotional (there will be enough of that when I explain the scotch on the rocks) but in the words of Keri, let's just say my sun has definitely lost a bit of it's light.
Scotch on the rocks = we lost our Grandma Krebs this morning.
Enough Serious Sally for one night? I think so, too. I hate to end this, because after searching through my iPhoto for that photo of Grandma Krebs I found some golden pictures I'd love to share, but this girl has to get a quick snooze in before my midnight arrival at Rebecca's house. I'll save those pictures for next time when I decide to put my d@mn phone down and write a post like any normal human being.
Cheers my dear friends!