The Shit storm that is. Do you ever have the moment when you really expect the light to shine down from above and to hear a choir singing because the obvious just smacked you in the face? I had that revelation today. Apparently said revelation was explained to me on friday, but a few wine coolers and my light-weight ass didn't hear it. (Yes, I am embarassed to say that I do not think I could drive home after one Harry's captain and coke anymore. In my prime I use to be able to function on two or three.)
Well the obvious smacked me in the face regardless of what day. Now that I have the information, how do I choose to use it is the question. Good thing I have another 5 days or so to ponder it and get my pisstivities out of my system. I do admit that when I am wronged, I can be a bit.......brash.
Even though my plans for the week have not exactly been followed, such as the intended working out. I have been more sleeping on the couch than working out. I blame this mostly on the fact that for the last 2 days I have sat in front of an industrial sized fan and my eyes feel like sandpaper. The days were also so grueling that when I look up at the clock I expect it to be at least 1 or 2pm and it was....11:30am. Sigh. Hopefully tomorrow goes a wee bit faster. At least I will be in a place where the urge to open my fat mouth will be lessened. On the down side, it will be harder to place my foot in it when I have a surgical mask on...............hmmmmm......with the ambient noise of 8 million things running, I will have three attempts to say something before anyone actually hears it. I think I might be safe tomorrow...fingers crossed.
Thanks Krista! You are my one and only admitted follower.
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