It's been messy outside too:
I would have rather stayed home today, but I had too much to do. The message light was blinking on the phone. I couldn't find my phone message book. Anywhere.
I even looked in the bathroom. It's messy too.
I decided to work on cleaning my desk off. The easiest way for me to accomplish this is to pile everything up in my basket and take it one piece of paper at a time.
As I started to gather everything up, I noticed this:
My stomach lurched as I realized the envelope contained an unmailed bank deposit.
Uh to the double Oh.
In the past 10 days, we have received several large payments--which I have used to pay bills. This deposit was dated October 14.
Uh to the triple Oh
My messiness just got really messy.
I called our bank and inquired as to our current balance. Still OK
Plan of action:
Cancel emergency road trip to bank
Seriously consider not telling Sam what happened
Wish that someone would fire me please
Spend the next hour (or so) catching up on my blog reading (OMG Pioneer Woman is going to be on Bonnie Hunt)
Spend the rest of the day reclaiming my desk.
I finally left the office at 6:45 PM. And am proud to announce that my inbox is officially under control. The newspapers are sorted and in the recycling.
I backed in the garage and unloaded the Trailblazer in preparation for tomorrow's trip to the craft sales in Algona. Fresh mud from the sloppy gravel road dripped on the garage floor. As I reached in the back to retrieve the last item, I manage to completely soak the front of my jeans with the slimy, gritty substance that covered the rear bumper.
A messy end to a messy week.