Whichwaydidshego?

I'm still here, peeps! Don't forget me!

To say that I have been swamped is a gross underestimation. This is how bad it is: I actually have no time to even READ blogs. Not even at home! Usually I can idle away at least a little bit of time to catch up on my favorite reads every day (Kristin, have you had your baby yet?!? How can I not know this??), but the Work Gods are just NOT letting that happen. I work hard at my job, anyway, but holy shizzle, not like this! And then there has been non-stop craziness going on outside of work, too: best friends visiting, cousins having beautiful twin babies, more best friends visiting, best friends' families visiting, more family visiting, STILL being sick, weddings to prepare for, ET!CET!ER!A! So far I'd sum up this summer as The Great Boonzie Sprint of 2005, except that sprinting actually insinuates running, which I feel like I've been doing, but my pants' size might argue otherwise! No bigger, but really, no smaller either, and isn't that the point?

And, for tha' LOVE, the Brick Fausch made me try on skirts when she was here and we went window shopping last weekend. SKIRTS! I do not wear skirts! One of them actually looked halfway decent, too, which is ri-diggity-donculous, and SCARY! I'm even half-deluding myself that I will possibly go back and buy it. I keep trying to get my husband to nominate me for that show "What Not to Wear" but he won't! Please, my feelings will NOT be hurt! For a five thousand-dollar shopping spree, I'd gladly broadcast my wardrobe flaws for all the world to see! And those flaws are, in two words, POLO SHIRTS. If there has ever in this world been a woman who abuses the amount of times she wears polo shirts, 'tis moi. More this summer than anyone ever should in a whole lifetime. *help*

And let's not forget the real tragedy here: my hairdresser has gone on to another salon and has NOT contacted me to tell me where she is! Man. I thought we had a good thing going, too. Should my feelings be hurt? My dead-ringer-for-Amber-Valetta has left me, and I am doomed to wander the earth forever with frizzy split-ends and grey barbs of hair that literally could put someone's eye out.

This is the drama of my life. And oh yes - I realize it's all "drama" and that there is so much more I could be worrying about (don't give me any ideas), but this is the mode I operate in right now.

I'll check back to see if anyone still reads this tripe next week!