except for the pharmaceutical rep who said..."well you are Valerie Bertinelli's age" uuuhhhhh...no I am not.
Sweet Mother Of Jesus.
While I will say congratulations to Ms. Bertonelli, I will also add that if someone paid me that sort of change, I could be in a bikini too...(any takers? cash only...)
I am just sic of seeing her before and after everywhere I turn around, and I live in a world with very little pop culture.
Yesterday sucked, it was a SR issue. I am not going into details here, he was naughty, and should know better...ughhhh. Consequences have been dealt, and etc etc etc. I did want to poke forks into my eyes from 3-6 yesterday. I managed a bath, and a small drink, and did nothing but over think. Which just seems to leave me spinning.
Work is work, and I wish I could blog about it...maybe soon.
PN now has a bad cold. Yeah I am serious. The petrie dish of filth which is daycare...is making her immune system work overtime.
I will add here, I am tired of the cold, and WIND. I am ready for sun, and fresh air. I am about as cabin fevered as I have been in years. I want flowers, and sunshine. The birds know it is coming, and I hear them all morning.
Tonights dinner? Hamburgers on the grill, with onions, and mushrooms.
I am not really hungry at all...
If I could pick a them song for the day it would be this...
And while I am escaping...if I were Emma Peel I would love this pink top!