One minor breakdown, one delicious dinner, one sleepless night, two Gertie-peeing-in-the-apartment-after-drinking-too-much-water clean-ups, one GIANT work move, two slices of pizza, several rogue bruises, and 5 days later, my week from Hell is officially o.v.e.r.
Until Monday.
The radio silence from your favorite procrastination pastime (me) is deafening, I know.
Please accept my most sincere apologies.For now, I'm going to go dive into a jacuzzi-sized martini, and bathe off this whole disaster of a week, so that tomorrow I can wake refreshed, reeking of booze and ready to tackle the rest of August shoulder first.
And you, my Dears, will be the first to hear about it.
Meanwhile, to sweeten the sour of my absence, please enjoy these posted photos of my
youth when a "week from Hell" meant that I lost at Butt's Up. The one shining moment of this week? My 1/2 hour with the Company scanner.En-joy.
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