I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor-...

I'm painfully aware that the you all have either cast me into the slacker/she's-bored-with-this-already/non-commital-underacheiver category or are concerned there might have been a tragedy...and while I'm not sure either is entirely true...they both might be a little teesy-tiny, eensy-weensy bit true (except for the 'bored with this' thing) Although the sun is out over here in that girl's neck of the woods it's cold as shit and she's still feeling the effects of "Hurricane October", whose damaging winds have knocked the breath slap out of this small community of one and certainly dampened her spirits..


On the heels of Hurricane October came the nearly devastating F5 which was previously refered to as "Early November Bi-yotch" but in her refusal to let up has been aptly renamed "November Bitch"..we're still not sure if there will be anything left of that girl in the aftermath of such an exhausting 45 days.

Whaa? You don't believe me? Okay, I got your disbelief right here!:



mmmm, hmm..who's doubting her word now..huh? here you go, here's another one just cause I'm nice:



And this one. See that lonely little pair of bananas? I'm trying to keep snacks close because I've been getting dizzy spells out of the fucking blue! Spent a whole weekend wondering if I was pregnant..and blinking...through the tears...and mourning...mourning the 6 hours of sleep a night I've finally mananged to wrangle for myself.. blink,..blink...and then shaking with fear at the thought of having a girl..that might be like me..that will hate me..for having a daughter just like me...






I'm trying not to blink today though, today there's migraine fighting it's way into my world and I refuse to let that old bitch put me down!



As you can see there, I've chosen to fight with huge sunglasses - inside even - and as you cannot see - two Aleve (at the same time..gasp), strong coffee, my husband's sweat shirt, and an ornery spirit. Oh, and blogging..because not blogging has put another knot in the knotty stomach I'm carrying around these days. So there, scratch that off my list and exhale..whooosh.

P.S. - don't send hugs..send energy and perhaps a personal assistant who is young and eager, and energetic...and plain, if anyone sends me a young, energetic, BEAUTIFUL personal assistant I will hunt you down and pretend like you're Mr. Mustang's old pill dealer.
kisses.