ARGH. I so wish I was the kind of person that folks wanted to help. What I mean by that is, that I could be the sort of person that could talk to a car salesman who didn't get the detailing done on my car (there are ASHES still in the ashtray) and say, "oh, (dripping with honey), I'm sure you just want to double check to see if this was taken care of."
Meanwhile, I'm "your guys didn't do it, and I'm going out of town this weekend, I need it taken care of, and now, or tomorrow."
This is the summer of SQUEEZE SARAH LOUISE.
I don't have 2 days to play phone tag and be nice. And I don't even have my phone ON right now because I had one bar of battery. (Sometimes if I turn it off and then turn it back on, I get another bar back.)
It's a goal, then. Become the kind of person that is grace under fire. Right now, I just feel like I'm on fire, and "stop, drop, and roll" isn't doing the job.
"But life is good, right?" my mother would interrupt RIGHT HERE.
Yes. Life is good. I got paid today, I have food at home, I have a car (albeit one that needs new rotors), I have a roof over my head, and I have good friends, and a great family. I had a WONDERFUL week off at the Lake, so wonderful. I have never in my life needed a vacation as much as I did this year and for the first time in my life I didn't want to go home when it was time to go home. (I am weird that way. When vacation is over, my body clock/GPS says "home, take me home.") But not this time. Can't I just STAY gone for a little bit longer?
Well, there's a stack of books that need Dewey numbers to be checked, so if I have bad grammar, it's because I wrote this all at once, no major edits.
See you on the flip side. Or as another blogger once said, MTC (more to come.)
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