Oh how quickly the tides can change. If Shel characterized my weekend, Alexander is taking the lead on characterizing my week. Is there a storm cloud following me around? It's possible....
I mean, I'm sure others of you have tried to cope with terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days by scheduling a last minute massage, as I did (pushing the March envelope-budgeting to its limit!) But I ask you, have you ever sobbed through aforementioned massage? And apologized to the massage therapist when you asked her for a box of Kleenex to leave near your face and assured her the whimpering was "me, it's not you"? And experienced the odd, unnatural physical pain of having a clogged and also runny nose while lying face down for 45 minutes? I did. Yesterday. I don't think I have ever been quite so aware of gravity or my sinuses.
I think I'll move to Australia.
3 comments:
Erin, Erin, Erin, pumpkin......
everything will be ok. you can always move into the Cocke family hostel if your massage puts you over your budget! (:
you know, i'm having a terrible, no good day too. you just gotta know there will be another giving tree around the corner :) keep in touch, i love and miss you!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA.......
Just picturing the snot dripping from your nose. lol.
While i laugh, it also makes me want to kick someone in the face for making you feel that way. jerk.
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