What day is it??

I've been running a day (or two) behind all week.  It wasn't until late afternoon yesterday that I realized that it was WEDNESDAY and not TUESDAY.  Although I know yesterday was WEDNESDAY I still cannot get over the fact that today is THURSDAY.  What does this all mean??  Well, I didn't do What I Wore Wednesday yesterday and I apparently forgot last night that it was indeed still WEDNESDAY so I didn't do my THURSDAY Latelies last night. 

If I'm lucky I can squeeze out my WIWW today and have something to throw up for Thursday Latelies tomorrow.  I feel like I'm on auto pilot lately, my brain just won't engage like it should.  My co-worker had Monday & Tuesday off (plus, she never works on Friday) and my other "co-worker" has been off all week as well so I've been in the office by myself way too much, which is why I'm all of schedule.  Could be part of the reason for the auto pilot as well.  If I'm alone in the office I have no personal interaction with anyone.  Maybe a short phone call here or there but unless I stop somewhere on the way home I do not come into contact with another human being all day.  Some days I love that.  Some days I hate it.  Some days I don't noticed either way.  This week has been a little of each.

All I can think of right now is that tonight I am going to my sisters for TACOS.  It's my brother-in-law's birthday and it was his choice what his birthday dinner was going to be.  He is a man after my own heart, and lucky for me, his favorite dish is my favorite dish so even on his birthday I get a present.  Erv & Georgie's tacos are the best damn tacos I've ever had.  Nothing really special or different about them except that they are made by Erv & Georgie. 

I can't remember if I've mentioned this before on here (I'm too lazy to go check) but when my nephew, Nick, and I were about 10 we had a taco eating contest.  I don't think it started out as a contest but since we are only a month apart (I am 26 days older) everything back then was a contest.  Who was taller, who was faster, who was better looking, who could eat more... you get the picture.  I think it was about the time we were both on our 3rd taco that we decided to try to outdo each other.  My sister finally cut us off at 10 tacos each, but had she not I'm sure we would have kept going until we exploded.    At 10 tacos each, I'm not sure how we didn't explode anyway.  I don't even remember being sick after all that either.  Ten tacos is a bit legendary but I swear that is the correct number.

Luckily we grew out of that everything is a contest phase but man, it was fun back then.  Now-a-day's we mostly just argue who is the better looking of the two...or more Nick does.  I know I am and don't like to rub it in.  ; -)