I have spent the entire day in either a state of panic – running around doing stupid things like cleaning light switches and emptying the dishwasher (what? It’s not MY fucking job) – or a bawling mess.
After picking up Boo this afternoon, who was in fine form a mess of shrieks and ticks and I was all OMFG I NEED A BREAK FROM THIS, MPS called and let me know that his leave HAD FINALLY been approved.
You know… at the LAST FUCKING MINUTE.
And after I had already promised Boo Hungry Jacks (Burger King for my US biatches) for dinner so he would shut the fuck up already about the noise he heard 3 hours ago that he had been trying to replicate with high pitched squeals and grunts of frustration.
So I still need to wash clothes and strip and remake beds and perhaps perform a little deforestation for this weekend of relaxation.
Now I need it MORE than before. I better making packing a priority.
On my list I have:
- Toothbrushes and toothpaste
- Lemons and limes
- margarita glasses
- Red Wine
- Phone and phone charger
- Stripper heels
Have I forgotten anything?
OMG this is really going to happen.
A weekend of relaxing and rediscovering religion and SLEEPING.