So when I walked into work, it was decided that I didn't really NEED to work that night. There was another manager there so she could close the store and she had two strong associates on with her. So I happily jumped at the opportunity to go home. I have a million things at home I need to do. My bedroom looks like a bomb exploded. When I say I have nothing to wear...don't believe a word I say. This is evidenced in the sheer volume of clothes that are in the laundry, on the floor, on the bed, and hanging in the closet. It's a mess. Full disclosure.
So I headed home. Only I didn't quite get there. I had to run to the store and then got a text to come meet my friends at their book club. Did I go home and clean? Nope. Duh. I went over there for a bit. Turns out they didn't actually read a book, much less discuss it. Perfect.
We helped Amy decorate her tree. And took pictures.
Even if only for a few hours.
Even if my bedroom is still a wreck today.
Oh, and I got added to the book club. ;)