I'm Being Attacked

I kid you not, whenever I try to leave town, all hell breaks lose. Work has been slow lately in the post onething world, and then all of a sudden today I had 1000 bricks dropped directly on my head.

I had two meetings scheduled, another two or three popped up from nowhere, in between all that I was generating a mad amount of invoices, each of them consuming large amounts of time and brain cells normally dedicated to keeping my brain cool and collected. I overheated on several occasions and actually shouted in the hallway that I hated my life, which of course resulted in several more spontaneous meetings from my hallway neighbors.

Thankfully I have been able to fast most of the day, if you don't count advil and redvines.

And the day has barely begun. I have packing, chores, and regular "wrap up my crap" stuff that has to get done.

But I'm so excited for a little R&R, it my brother's 21st birthday, and I'm coming home to love and annoy him in a way only a big sister could. Also slated on this trip, eating my mother's homemade baked mostaccioli (yes I had to look that up). My mouth waters just thinking about it. I know there are some other delectable dishes on the menu. Yum.

So I think I have just wrapped up my last call at work, so now off to the homestead where more fun is, I'm sure, just around the riverbend.