I love Swishy's random stuff and thought since I don't have anything major to say, I'd do a Random Tuesday post. And yep, Blogger caught up with me so now I have the supposedly new and improved Blogger crap.
Now, on to Random:
I don't feel well. It's not the flu but it might be. It's like a two-ton elephant is pressing his right foot below my breastbone, just lightly enough that I can still inhale, but hard enough that it hurts, and it makes me feel nauseous. It's not gas.
Chicago in February sucks. Snow day today. All this snow has taken away the after-vacation-glow and entered me into my usual winter depression.
I'm now afraid to take Xanax because of what happened on vacation.
Added: Just found out from my 16-year-old neighbor that I'm quoted in Glamour's March issue, about Mortifying Moments. Hellooo? I thought it was the quote about my first orgasm, which will air sometime in a later issue (Dear God), so when the neighbor called me to tell me this, I WAS MORTIFIED thinking it was the OTHER quote!
I can feel the rolls of my gut settling over the elastic of my underwear.
I haven't showered since Sunday.
I don't really feel like eating.
Now that vacation is over, I can focus all my thoughts on the NOVEL. Which is annoying as heck because I don't want to be all-consumed over an editor reading it and falling in love with it (see above Xanax reference and not taking it).
It's dark in my house right now.
I'm looking around my office to try to find something interesting to write about.
There is nothing.
It's pretty sad when a family of five runs out of Mac-N-Cheese, isn't it?
The day after we got home from Cabo, we booked a trip to Florida. I love Chicago, but I also hate Chicago.
Even though I was sick the first day of vacation from five+ margaritas with amaretto toppers on them, I still managed to suck back a bunch of the freshest mojitos you will ever have, and a handful of pina coladas with Kahlua toppers. (I'm big on the added-shot-bonus)
Our drink bill for the week was massive.
It's seems like there is so much to do, so much to get started doing, but I'm not up for a project.
These projects include: showering, folding laundry, and feeding my children.
Does this sound like a whiny, snivelling, pathetic and depressing post to you? Wouldn't you be depressed if just last week you were surrounded by scenery like this,
and now you're stuck inside the scenery that evokes images from The Shining?
Yeah, me too.