I was a little grump by the time I got off of work today. Sometimes, I think it's okay to be grumpy. I think our true character is most vividly manifested when we are at our worst. I always feel bad after I snap out of a bad mood--but the self reflective process that follows is almost worth it (for me, not Mista T. Poor guy.).
Mista T. and I have started doing this thing in the evenings. The thing involves walking down to the Maverick gas station, getting a treat, and walking back to our apartment. We started walking there in an effort to be more physically fit, but then we decided the outing would be more fun if we negated any physical benefits with frozen yogurt. And beef jerky, in Mista T.'s case.
Last night, I officially caught Bieber fever. Prior to last night, I silently made fun of anyone who liked Justin Bieber. I'd scoff any time I heard one of his songs come on the radio. I'd laugh when I'd hear people talking about how precious he is. But, last night "Never Say Never" slapped me in the face, and I watched Mr. Bieber in amazement.
Seriously, this little Canadian nugget rocks. I still probably wouldn't purchase his music, but I would purchase this movie. And I can't believe I'm saying this. I used to be a hater.
In other news, I served a 103 year old woman Tequila today. I never thought I'd say that. Happy Hour at the assisted care center I work at is definitely the most interesting hour of the week.