A Heartfelt Plea

Despite my aforementioned raging hangover¬†headache, yes, my non-alcohol related headache, I’m working frantically to get my weekend chores completed. While ferrying trash and recyclables (hey, I’m nothing if not environmentally conscious) from my inner sanctum to the appropriate cans outside, I can’t help but notice the temperature has taken a serious nose-dive from the pleasantly balmy weather we had yesterday, but, in retrospect, not unlike the wintry weather we had just last week.

To which I say, for the love of god(dess?), Mother Nature, pick a season and stick with it! Please. I’m begging you.

 

 

 

Weekend Exploits

So. How was everyone’s Saturday night? Did we all survive?¬† As I lay here nursing a killer hangov…¬†average, run of the mill headache, I wonder – as I so often do – why I am the way I am. And, I give thanks to the gods that be that I did not, apparently despite my best efforts, need that hospital trip after all.

*Flashback*

Me, drunk, reaching out to a very confused and angry Opossum: Here kitty, kitty, kitty…

 

 

 

Bracing for Impact

Sunday, Funday. Blech. That’s a lie if I ever heard one. It doesn’t seem to matter how many days there are in a weekend — even a 4-day weekend like we just had — every Sunday there is still this mad dash to get my shit life together in like 12 hours. I blame Monday.

 

Saturday Reveries

Pay no attention to the woman lounging on the couch in her pajamas browsing through the “new releases” on On-Demand, counting down the hours until the new Thor and Justice League show times roll around while daydreaming about those tickets, lovingly ensconced in a bureau drawer, to the ‘Chocolate Binge Festival’ about to hit town in another two weeks. You see, there ARE a few things that are worth dragging my lazy relaxing weekend butt out of the house.

Isn’t that usually the way? I mean, it IS awfully people-y out there.