I’ve been extremely busy since my last post and I wanted to tell you why because I feel you should know that I thoroughly enjoyed the birthday weekend because it was filled with friends and family and fun and music and food and adult refreshment and lots and lots of laughs and silly birthday cards that were totally appropriate because Gibbs is a stinky butt (sometimes) and Ziva is a bag lady, so Saturday was a fun day beyond expectations, not to be eclipsed by the friend who brought flowers to church on Sunday (they are beautiful) and the nice lunch/ride/ice cream stop with mom on the same day that had her asking me if I had been dancing for the umpteenth time, if I stood up at her wedding (yes, I was her sister on Sunday) and telling a story about how “we,” as children, used to go get water that smelled like Ei Fürze and in case you don’t know what that means, it’s German for egg farts, which had me chuckling once again at the stuff mom comes up with due to her dementia,
*small gasp for air*
but no matter as I cherish every moment I spend with her, unlike my desk at work, which has been covered in a tornadic mess since last week and I am stressing over dealing with a difficult personality from another agency and getting the many projects done before vacation, which can’t come soon enough because the honeymoon glow from the birthday weekend has already worn off and I need another adult refreshment and time away from the mess, which reminds me that I need to go shopping and start planning how I am going to cram 10,000 pieces of clothing and an assortment of items into one suitcase and a carry-on because I never really learned the concept of packing light, even when I went on a motorcycle vacation, because I worry about if I have enough clothes or the appropriate clothes or if I’ll look cute in said clothes, as long as cat hair isn’t stuck to them,
*a medium gasp for air*
which also reminds me that I have to make sure the kids have enough kibble before I go because otherwise chubby Ziva will have a kitty stroke from starvation and I would not want that to happen because she’s a good kid, unlike her faux brother, who has awakened me at 3 am the last two mornings with his songs and shenanigans that keep me from getting a good night’s sleep and that was very important last night since I had attended a very hot and sweaty yoga practice and then stayed up past normal bedtime to watch football (go Pack go!), so when the alarm sounded at 5:10 am, I was not a happy camper and I wanted to stay in bed except that the Costco builders started making noise around the same time with their idiotic beeping, so I would not have been able to sleep anyhow…
*large gasp, turning blue*
but that’s okay because there is always coffee, which tends to get me through a good part of the morning, after which I depend on water and food to give me sustenance, perhaps a cookie or two, except that I have to stay away from cookies because I started a 10-week weight loss challenge with Natasha and Blondie, and it’s right before vacation, so I don’t know what I was thinking, but enough about me and this blabbering because I’m pretty sure I’ve given readers a headache by now and all of the grammarians have fainted from this horrible run-on sentence and some of you are considering intervention because you believe I’ve gone mad and I might have to agree with that, so I will end this by saying that I’m sorry for the torture and have a wonderful day, the end.
*breathing into a paper bag*
PS: Run-on comments are mandatory and appreciated.