gaaaaaaaaaaaah...

This week truly ate my ass and spit it out. Doesn't Targhell know I'm an old broad? My knees sound like Rice Krispies. Concrete is impossible to kneel on, and climbing ladders into the sky--not fun. Inventory comes but once a year, thank god. As far as I'm concerned it's right up there with biblical plagues.

If I ever am stupid enough to volunteer for something like this again, smack me. Next week is more of the same, and I'm hoping to get back to normal after that. I know I'm missing a million things here and I'll try to catch up. If I haven't commented on something you know I should be, let me know, my darlings! I hope everyone is well, I miss you!

Oh, if I have any SpN folks looking in, tell me about a real good story I should be reading!

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write bitch, write!!!!