By the way, it's only my dedication to NaBloPoMo - and, of course, you - that's got me posting right now.
Exhausted is not the word.
The election did go the way I hoped last night - right down to getting the results at 10 p.m., not midnight. I had a hard time getting to sleep, though, because I was so wound up. Guess we had a little bit too much fun on the front row - Shirley from work, LaJuan formerly of work, and the former police chief.
At one point the resolution committee "chastised" us for being too loud - jokingly, of course.
At any rate, we all survived. And then I took AM to her first Nutcracker performance today. And left to walk around the mall for two hours, because apparently, they didn't need my help backstage.
Fine. Their loss.
We're home now, and I was in my jammies ready to watch Pushing Daisies in real time - as opposed to on my screen at work the next day - when, lo and behold, it isn't there.
Pre-empted! And in the midst of a strike which could pre-empt it indefinitely!
So not fair!
I agree with Valerie, by the way - we are all fabulous writers, we blog-folks. We could be SCABS! We could write episodes of our favorite shows! I'd love to see The Office feature that girl from Valerie's job who asked to peel her sunburned skin off.
I'm not making this up!
In the absence of my "stories," I guess I'll put AM to bed and crawl under the covers myself.
With a good Oriental Trading Company catalogue.
Home again, home again, jiggity jig . . .