There Goes the Money, Down the Drain (sorry)

So I had all of these plans to get out of debt.  Now I have a favorite restaurant, see boys that's where my money goes.  It's where we had happy hour on Friday and the bruschetta was great.  I think typing was too hard to state that the food was good.  I have yet to eat an entree there, but I know it's my favorite restaurant.  That's sad that it took me two years to find a favorite restaurant in town.

I got two hours of comp time yesterday.  I knew it was going to be busy, but I didn't know it was going to hit so fast.  Seattle this weekend, Sandpoint next weekend, Spokane the next weekend, and then my grandfather and his wife the weekend after that.  Now my mom says she and her husband (whom I have yet to meet) are going to road trip here.  Luckily, she mentioned a hotel.  That means long work weeks since I can't make things up on the weekends.  And no weekends because of entertaining or being away.

Crap, back to work.


My grandmother's version:

My gal's a corker,
she's a New Yorker. 
I buy her everything just to keep her in style. 
She's got a pair of hips,
just like two battle ships,
see boys, that's where my money goes. 

My gal's a corker,
she's a New Yorker. 
I buy her everything just to keep her in style. 
She drives a limosine,
I buy her gasoline,
see boys, that's where my money goes.