I almost skipped today’s post. So far I haven’t missed a day in March, so although I thought about skipping out, in the end I succumbed to the call of the computer. Why did I come so close to skipping today, you ask? No, I wasn’t in a Saint-Patrick’s-Day drunken stupor (although, as soon as I’m done breast feeding my first order of business is going to be to (get a babysitter and then) drink as many pina coladas and strawberry margaritas as possible in one sitting without vomiting. Natasha, are you in on this or what?) but rather, I have caught some nasty head cold and even had to take a nap today. Fortunately I’ve got a little cushion before my next deadline needs to be met – Kim’s shower invitations are all buttoned-up , thanks to this wonderful creation they call ZOTS, and all that needs to be finished is the printing and mailing. The dreaded April 15th IRS wolf-at-the-door is less than a month away, yes, but I’ve got all the necessary stuff for that in my inbox for tomorrow and once I get it all organized, the fabulous accountant will take care of the rest. Well, except for paying the bill and OUCH, I am not looking forward to THAT one. Do you know that in all my years (I’m allowed to say that now that I’m in my 30’s), this will be the first time I won’t be receiving a refund but instead sending $$$? It hurts, yes it does. Being a bona-fide grown up isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, my friends.
So anyway, I’ve got this nasty head cold and my nose is running like a faucet, yet is completely blocked at the same time. My ear hurts, my face is swollen, my temples throb. Whine, whine. And yes, I would like some cheese with that.
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