There aren’t enough words in the English language to adequately encompass the range of voodoo that has been my week.
Picture the Twilight Zone, especially the freaky music part. Now throw in a family, a bunch of really important back-to-back deadlines for work, Valentine’s Day with 50+ cards and treats for kids, assorted school projects, a couple of reluctant trips to the gym, 4 stops at the pharmacy, two late night visits to the doctor, and one shellac manicure.
What you’ve got there is a pretttty fancy week on your hands.
Fancy, I say.
An ode to my Valentine.
OH MY GOSH what have I been missing all this time? Shellac is my new best lover. I don’t know if I can ever go back to the dark side.
What? A fever of 105.1 is for sissies.
I heard one time my brother’s-friend’s-sister’s-mom’s-aunt’s-uncle’s-little sister had a fever of 107 and she totally didn’t lose annnny brain cells.
And! One diagnosis of Pneumonia for my baby.
Boom goes the dynamite.