OK, things are not going well over here at all. I am pretty sure that a bus, make that a tractor with big teeth has run me over and then backed up and stalled. I sent my sweeeeeeet husband (he’s so sweet because he did produce the push presents on demand – later blog on that) out on a McDonald’s run for a cheeseburger, fries and apple pie. PAAAATHETIC. There were so many illegal food components to the meal – pickles, onions, ketchup (lots of ketchup – anyone hear of POST partum cravings? ridiculous), ice (I don’t get this one) that Coco should be blasting into the stratospheres right about now if the baby nazi is at all correct. To cover my tracks, I took the ketchup packets, wrapped them in cheeseburger paper, wiped all ketchup traces off my plate and shoved the napkins into the apple pie container. Then, I had the housekeeper bury the evidence UNDER the trash in the trash. (She thought this was very odd.) I had to have her do it though because my latest round of medication had not yet kicked in and there was no way that I could run the empire and hide the evidence without busting a stitch. Now I know what an alcoholic feels like hiding his vodka bottles.
Considering that I have spent the vast part of the day on various real estate transactional nightmares involving closing escrow on Monday so we can move into our new building, I decided I was on brain overload. So, I tuned into the Food Network tonight, after I was off the TPG clock, and watched (completely engrossed) how yeast regurgitates itself and multiplies to make pizza dough. Then, we moved on to the history of psychadelic colored ribbon candy. I now think that I have fallen off the deep end. What’s next? Magic mushrooms? Maybe I could snort some glue to go with my ketchup and really round off a fun night. Something needs to change tomorrow. I guess I could take up Sudoku or something and try and keep myself out of trouble. Someone send help. I now do fully understand why Rush Limbaugh had his little oxycodone problem. Hazelton, here I come.
PS – If you want to check out a real party planning blog while my brain continues to spew such drivel, please check out my friend’s very professional set up at www.MixMingleGlow.com. You go Robin.
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