I know it was Easter yesterday, and I didn’t even take the time to hurl potshots at the Resurrection. What has become of me. Well….
1. Moving. As mentioned before. And because of the way the pooper dropped the poop, we have exactly ONE day in which to be out of our place and into our new one, which means we actually have to think strategically. Bourbon helps this, I swear.
2. Just got back from a trip, headed out again tomorrow to NYC until Friday. Unexpected, these trips. Right smack in the middle of my move-planning/bourbon time. Most wonderful to be asked to go, most regrettable the timing.
3. MYH just happens to be in the throes of a huuuuge project at work which necessitates 15 hour days and weekends.
4. My car is in the shop. Trying on new bumpers, apparently. So picky. So style obsessed. Brat. Spankings all around. And not in the fun way!!!
Whew. Brain dump. I feel better. And I am really happy for all of these things, I mean, eventually, they will all be for the good, you know - but right now I am feeling overrun, which makes me really OCD, which in turn makes me about pimp slap anyone within reach, and currently, MYH is directly in the line of fire. Well, for better or worse, buddy. For better OR worse. BWAH-HAH!
Filed under: 'Til Death, Bring Grammy A Bourbon
