Yes, we endured the snow storm in Buffalo on the way home from the funeral last night.
Plus there was some hail too.
Today at Kinderyoga, Josephine tripped over her own feet, and put her teeth though her upper lip and smashed her nose bloody while she was at it. What's next? A sharp stick in my eye? Cat poo somewhere I wasn't expecting it? Not taking a chance.
I declare this week to be officially over. That's it - I'm done with it. This weekend is going to be added onto next week, which had better be at least average, if not spectacular in some way. Hear that Powers That Be? This week - done. Finished. Buh-BYE. Next week will be better, and not just thanks to my friends bourbon and Pocky, and playing "Tear-Stained Eye" over and over, while crying a bit and luxuriating in feeling sorry for myself during a monky-hot bath - which somehow usually works, but not lately.
This week?
(Draws imaginary line across the throat in the universal slicing the head off motion that means CUT)
