And I didn't get her a present. Sigh. Had one in mind but didn't have time to get it. We did finally get the mastic under the hardiebacker and that all screwed down, so on to fixing cabinets and leveling the floor. Of course that meant a 2 am night, and I woke up at 7 the next morning. Managed to make her the french toast we have at work, though she didn't get the strawberries with it til after she got back from church.
Work was long both friday and saturday, with two 7 hour shifts. The late night one on friday ended a bit early, as the manager noted I had an early morning the next day-two in a row thanks to the floor-and told me to go home after the rush. But saturday was out the door til about 2 with one brief break after breakfast. My feet were not happy.
Ran to the store for cat food as they ran out yesterday and were threatening to attack each other. Had to scatter a bunch on the floor so they wouldn't fight to get to the dish. They ate all of it anyway-the stuff on the floor-so it worked.
Weeding in the garden was hot...