My feet hurt so bad today, from walking in heels at the wedding yesterday. I use to wear them all the time – even to work – but my arthritis is too bad for that now. My toes literally won’t bend today. And they are telling me to not even try it.
Beth came home from work a few minutes ago, but she’s going back about 5:00. They are desperately in need of cashiers. Emily just quit. She’s pregnant and having all kinds of problems. So Beth’s foot will be swollen and hurting, but she’ll get more hours on her paycheck.
Michael, a guy at Walmart, told Beth he saw me the other day, and he thinks I like him and want her to go out with him He sure read a lot into that, “Hello, Michael.” I always say hello to Manuel, too, but it doesn’t mean, “I want you to date my daughter.” I told her I would have to get Michael a copy of that “Application to be Beth’s Boyfriend,” but she said he wouldn’t pass. I think I’ll update the application, though…just in case. She also saw an ex yesterday at the wedding. He didn’t have a lot to say.
I remarked yesterday that we are having a wedding a year in our family. There are 4 other unmarried grandkids….well…5 if you count the adopted nephew that’s not officially adopted….wonder who it will be next year?
Now we can concentrate on Christmas.