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Today, I was forced (forced!) by my coworkers to eat at Culvers for lunch. I was terrorized by butter burgers and big ol’ fries and maybe an onion ring or two snagged from a coworker’s tray. I think I’m going to regret this meal in about 15 minutes, when I try to convince my body to jog for 3.5 miles on a fatty fuel of butter, beef, custard, and cheese.

The only reason we went to Culvers in the first place was to support wassername that had that nasty car accident with the fire engine a week or two ago… all Des Moines area Culvers were donating 100% of their profits to the family yesterday and today. The best, most awfulest comment this elicited from a coworker: “Man, too bad she didn’t work at Fudruckers.” This is the real reason I eat out with these people. :)

Work life remains busy as ever. We’ve hired someone new, but he won’t be starting for another two months or so, meaning I don’t get a reprieve any time soon. Before Thanksgiving, I was in email promo hell… I was sending out an average of two email promotions per day, all of which had to be designed, tested, approved, and set up in our database for tracking and analysis. Oh, and I was developing the tracking/analysis stuff at the same time. This week, I’ve been working on a website that has to go live in (checks calendar) three minutes. It was a bigger, slower project than it should have been, especially considering the site is simply acting as a proof-of-concept, but at least it’s done and should be pretty enough to be showed off tomorrow.

Work on the website was also slowed by the fact that I had a cold during the first half of the week. It was the first time I was sick in working memory. Of course, those of you who know me well know that my memory doesn’t work all that far back, but still, I’m pretty sure this is my first ailment in a good half-decade or so. I think it resulted in me being extra whiny about this one, too. I’m guessing Justin and Amanda were pretty sick and tired of hearing how my nose, throat, and eyes were doing at any given moment in the day.

Social life is also still really busy, but you won’t hear me complaining about that one as much. I keep busy nearly every night o’ the week these days. This evening, after working out, Amanda is coming over, and we’re going to make dinner, drink eggnog (note to self: buy eggnog), and put up my Christmas tree. Should be a good time. I don’t yet have plans for tomorrow night, but I’m participating in my first ever Pub Crawl on Saturday evening. It’s Christmas themed, and costumes are encouraged. I’m hoping to find something useful in the boxes of decorations I’ll be sifting through tonight.

If I had tourette’s, “Fudruckers!” would be my thing.