Two Midnights Gone

I slept until 2:15 this afternoon -- 14 or 15 glorious hours of sleep. I slept right past 2pm, when Goo was supposed to come over. The plans were swiftly cancelled, due to an irresponsible water heater repair man. Do those sorts of blue-collar workers have an official job title, or just "Water Heater Repair Man." I'd want to be in the vein of "Home Appliance Engineer." Is a water heater ever classified as an appliance? I asked my father, and we were unable to arrive at a definite answer.Goo - my father would love to meet "the girl behind the cheese fondue." He is determined that it is destiny that you can never come over when he's home. (He'll be out at a hockey game tomorrow -- we'll talk more later)I am exceedingly happy to have a three-day weekend. For one thing, it allowed me to get a decent amount of sleep. When I got home last night, I could barely walk, it hurt so much. First thing that happens when I walk in the door: my father walks up to me, and says, "JENN! Just the person I was looking for! I have about twenty presents for you to wrap, if you'd like to come upstairs." Up? Stairs? Just try.I wrapped the presents. I'm such a sucker.We hired Danielle, and she has accepted. She starts Monday! Here's hoping this works out better than the Joanne mess. I do like Danielle more than I did Joanne -- no original reservations, such as an annoying laugh and overbearing presence. I did make a fool of myself on the phone today. I had awoked approximately 30 seconds earlier, and picked up the phone without checking the caller ID, assuming it would be Goo. I just started talking... Danielle then asked, "May I please speak with Jim?" I thought she said *Jenn*, so I proceded to act even more foolishly. Finally I caught on that this was not Goo, in fact, and handed the phone over to my Dad. I apologized, and she just laughed, saying that she has done the same thing so many times. She's not much older than I am. It's the same difference, in age, between me and Danielle that lies between me and my sister. I think it's going to work out well.Speaking of my sister, I have to pick her up in 3 minutes. It's her birthday today, so I promised. I would have done it anyway, but it was impossible to resist her pouting face, with her wide eyes. I have a crafty little sister. I hate self-imposed censorship. That comment was not random, either.I saw a license plate that said "DIVAS" yesterday. I was estatic. I called my friend Beth, my fellow Diva, while I was wrapping gifts for my sister. Beth and I created our own musical: "DIVAS, the Musical." It's going to be a hit. I'll dig up the 31 page document describing the megamusical, entitled "The Diva Chronicles." I don't think I've ever laughed more hysterically.Tomorrow, at work day, I have to teach Anna (the girl that I used to refer to as my understudy) the musical score of "Once Upon a Mattress." Can this girl not read music properly? Every single year, I get the E role. I have to sing an e throughout the entire show. E, E, E, E, E. Last year, my E was an octave lower, but an E nonetheless. Maybe next year I'll get a D role, although my favorite note to sing is an A or a B flat.I can't think of what else to write -- I'm sure it will strike me while I'm in the car. I get the best ideas whilest driving, and promptly forget them upon shifting into park. I hate that. Well, my sister is probably waiting for me at this point.~Jenn