Do not call me...
I will bite you...
I'm having a BAD week. Not just bad, but BAD!!!!
Missing Grandmothers and overactive thyroids and yelling bosses and no money, and a husband who works 90 (that's what I said... 90!!!) hours a week. It's Passover and doesn't feel like it, as my "job" is to help other people observe the holiday.
I'm homesick. I miss Iowa. I may have to fly to New port Beach to look for my grandmother, with no $$$ and my pet thyroid. I want to move home to Iowa, buy a farmhouse, hunker down, bake cookies, get fat, garden, write in a quiet place.
I picked the wrong week to go off my meds!
I'm having a BAD week. Not just bad, but BAD!!!!
Missing Grandmothers and overactive thyroids and yelling bosses and no money, and a husband who works 90 (that's what I said... 90!!!) hours a week. It's Passover and doesn't feel like it, as my "job" is to help other people observe the holiday.
I'm homesick. I miss Iowa. I may have to fly to New port Beach to look for my grandmother, with no $$$ and my pet thyroid. I want to move home to Iowa, buy a farmhouse, hunker down, bake cookies, get fat, garden, write in a quiet place.
I picked the wrong week to go off my meds!
3 Comments:
Laurel,
I did call. I hope all's well. I didn't know if your work cell was still functional.
With love. Let me know what you need.
the wrong week picked you and it MUST get better. hang in there, darlin.
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