I was thinking, as I often do, of when my man is finally going to freaking show up, and I started laughing at how awesome he's going to have to be to get (a) the approval of my posse and (b) get along with my posse's husbands. I'm going to be one lucky bitch.
Layoffs today at work. I survived, barely, and in changed circumstances if I accept them. I'm drinking bourbon and watching The Princess Bride. Love it.
I promise I'm coming back more regularly when things settle down a bit, probably later this week.
