Pardon the silence.
Last Week and The Weekend conspired to throw me over their laps and whack me on the backside, a collective whooping that had me hollering for Monday.
But Monday just hissed at me to quit my whining; it wasn't that bad.
Monday has a point: There's nothing terrible going on, just too much going on.
I'm counting on Spring Break for sympathy and understanding. She arrives next week, not a moment too soon.
1 comment:
Amen, sister! I may slap Spring Break upside the head if she doesn't hustle up and get here!!
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