“Just remember, if you hang in there long enough, good things can happen in this world. I mean, look at me.” – Tom Smykowski, Office Space
I feel like I’ve just returned from an extended absence or a vacation that was supposed to be fun and full of sun filled days but instead I got kicked in the mouth by my horse while riding along the coast. It’s been a week with mayhem, torture and murder. Ok no murder but full of torture and drama and ask me just how many times I cried. Not just cried. No, no. But sobbing shoulder shaking tears of dismay and that’s where being kicked in the mouth comes in.
And am I going to let on as to where I’ve been? Nope. Because even better, I CAN’T. In fact I’m just writing this as a ‘teaser’ and to say woe is me and so that you all feel bad for me and so that I can remember this weekend as the weekend that I contemplated hurling myself off of the Washington Monument or moving to Albany; more than once.
I promise that tomorrow I’ll be my former prolific self and that I will be in a wonderful mood because my southern gentleman is the victor.
I suppose I should ask: How was your weekend?
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I feel a bit bad telling you I just returned from a lovely week in Spain with several bottles of Rioja packed in my luggage.
feel better. no hurling. you’re too smart and way too pretty to hurl anything, including yourself.
well you sure are mastering the art of the cliffhanger, aren’t you? “Can’t” is so much more mysterious than “won’t”.
Went to a 30th birthday karaoke party – not bad, eh?
My god… I hope this week is at least marginally better…
If you move to Albany, there will be murder sister. I’m just sayin’.
My weekend was full of random bars, cheesecake and football. And now I am sad (you know, because the football is over).