Well, if last Wednesday was a guacamole day, this one is a Bowl-of-cereal-at 11 p.m. kind of night.
Perish the thought of life without cereal.
I might cry a little if I think about it too hard.
But the point is, I'm up to my eyeballs in paper scraps and my lids are drooping and I have miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I slee-ee-eep.
Also? Have you ever done that thing where you fire off an email so quickly that you don't notice that while you think you're emailing your best gal, you're actually emailing the wife of your husband's ex-boss?
Well, when you did it, did your email contain a naughty word that you have probably never typed out in all of your days, but you had no choice but to type it out this time because you were quoting Anne Lamotte?
Yep. That's the kind of night I'm having.
But lemme tell you, it was good for a laugh.
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