People, I am tired. I am beyond tired. I’m so tired I didn’t even have the energy to snap at three people who got on my nerves today. Instead, I was all, eh. I’ll berate them next time. Truth? I have a new business partner (well, since December-ish) and we have been working on a few projects that will allow us both to stay at home with the family units. See my positive attitude? Not MAY allow us–WILL allow us to stay at home. Failure is not an option for either one of us; we need/want this too damn bad. Anyway, the last few months we’ve been designing and planning and brainstorming. This week, everything hit a fevered pitch. Ergo, exhaustion.
But, until we are ready to go, I need to practice law. And, because 3, 3.5 hour Bankruptcy seminars in 4 days is not enough for our young heroine, I’m going to an all day BK conference in LA tomorrow. Yay. The conference starts at 8:00am, so I will be leaving the house sometime around 4:00am. Oh, just kidding. I mean 5:00am. Boo.
Another boo? I will miss my Weight Watchers weigh in. I’m going to go on Saturday, and hope whatever greasy food they serve us tomorrow doesn’t do too much damage. I’m hoping the brain power it will take for me to fashion a noose out of a handful of binder clips with give me a few carry over points and balance out any cheese danishes I might happen to cram down my pie hole.
BUT WAIT! Funny picture. Mikey and the Mister decided to turn into dinos after dinner. The Mister, with his small, two fingered arms is clearly a T-Rex. Mikey is definitely a Charmasaurus.