Then there's the upcoming surgery. I'm moving the week before, so I'll be coming home from the hospital/"hospice-at-the-'rent's" to boxes of stuff to be unpacked. My best friend and I haven't spoken in over 6 months, so that's not an option. Not that I haven't made the attempt to make amends. LUCKILY, I have "manly" volunteers from work to move all my big stuff, and I will have 4-6 weeks to "gingerly" go through boxes. Not to mention I'm taking a few days off at the end of next month so I can move some carloads and at least get the kitchen and bathroom set up. These two rooms are HUGE things for a female. GINORMOUS!
Can I have my morphine drip NOW, please? Do I REALLY have to go through this one more time before it's all over? Whomever out there has the voodoo doll, seriously...VERY FUNNY. Now take out the fucking pins, okay?
Luv,
Lady K
Vanilla Sky, on the "parkbench" outside at work! (P.S. the same-named movie kicked my ass again over the weekend. Seen it a few times and STILL can't wrap my mind around it.)
"Yeah, I want some crabby cakes!" Home-made chipotle mayo, too, yo! YUM!
Sky outside the restaurant Sunday. Sunsets this time of year are REALLY sweet.
And, finally, what could be better than a "Raptor Red" beer and "good times" after a sweet dinner like that? OH YEAH! Mickey Mouse brings it all home. This is my favorite mug!
Unbelieveable pic from the other day. HAD to share.