Today is Thursday (which is usually a really good day at work!), which means that Friday is the only thing that stands between me and the weekend! 
Yesterday work went well, and then after work we went to church (which was a great lesson - it was on temptations). At church grandma invited us over for dinner tonight, so I am excited about that!
At work I have to pay all the bills today, so that will take up some of the day, then we have our meeting, so really Thursdays are kind of a short day for me! All these new things that I am learning I bet I will get another raise soon...because that is the way my boss is!
After work my husband and I are going to my grandma's for dinner - which is always good since she is a fantastic cook! My grandma and my grandpa have some of their friends visiting that I have known all my life, so it is also going to fun to spend some time with them as well!
Update: Duke is doing lots better, which makes it extremely hard for my mom to keep him restricted, but I think he will be able to recover without surgery. Duke has been through a few surgeries in his life and one that didn't turn out so well.
Story of Duke:
Alright, it was August 2nd of 2007. which was a Wednedsay, my mom arrived home from work and realized that Duke was not in the pen with the other 2 dogs. She went out searching for him. Then when my sister and I got home, we all went out and looked for him (for hours!). Then we all took off that Thursday and searched for him ALL day (there were lots of tears shed that day!). Then my mom had to go back to work on Friday, so I took her to the ferry so I could use her car that day. She had to be on the 4:45am ferry, so as you can imagine it was pitch black outside. On my way home from the ferry, a little over a mile away from our house, Duke ran out in front of me. I slammed on the brakes, but since there was on coming traffic as well as a big ditch on the other side there was nothing I could do. I ended up hitting his hip area. When I came to a stop, I went down to make sure it was Duke (since it was pitch black, I honestly didn't know if it was a deer or not). When I found him he wasn't crying which was a good thing...so I tried to cox him to the car but he stood up and fell down, I was hysterical by this time. So I took my sweatshirt off and tied it around him and told him to stay there and I would be right back. I flew home and ran up to the door knocking as hard as I could and both my step-dad and sister met me at the door. It took me a few seconds to tell them what had happened since I was pretty much in shock at that time. Then we all went to go pick him up and it was all my step-dad could do to pick him up since he weighs about 120lbs. and at this time he was dead weight. So we brought him home and laid him on the floor on blankets and pillows and called the vet and my mom (remember this is like 5 in the morning). So we took him in for an emergency visit and my sister drove back down to the ferry to pick my mom up. We all met at the vet's office and by this time I was so sick to my stomach! So after all that we find out that there is no bleeding of any kind, so all he would need is some serious surgery to repair his fractured hind leg. So the first surgery we though went well, then he had to go for another...then his foot lost feeling and his leg wasn't healing like it should...so after taking care of him and babying him we decided to get another specialist to look at it...sure enough they found out that the first specialist that did the surgery to fix his leg left a sponge in there and where it was it pinched a nerve so that he lost feeling in his foot and that is why his leg wasn't healing. So the new specialist took the sponge out as well as the rod they put in there and it took Duke a long time but he has finally pretty much fully healed from that. So now, the leg that is hurting him is his GOOD leg... And that is the story of my dog, Duke!
Well now I better get back to work!