Why did not one of you tell me Thanksgiving is not until next week?
Here I was planning, pulling out luggage, ready to pack tomorrow THEN, wondering why the hotel has not sent me a reminder, I double-checked and discovered I’m booked to arrive next week, NOT this week, because Thanksgiving and the Trot are not until next week.
Do I feel like boo boo the fool?
Why yes ... yes I do.
Holy cow! Thinking this was the end of the month, I even paid my rent for next month and already posted a Happy Thanksgiving message on the blog.
Oh well, looks like I’ll be in the pain cave this Thursday, rather than hanging out with the brood. And it’s a good thing I learned of my confusion before I informed trainer in today’s session that I’d be absent Thursday and gifted him that gift card, because he would have laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed, and held it over me like I’m planning to tease him about not knowing what ROFLMAO means.
Fortunately, only you blog readers know of my faux pas, and I'm sure you'll have one good laugh about it and move on.
Actually, knowing I’ve yet another week to prepare has me feeling less stressed.
