Oh thank God.
Yesterday was one of those days where life sort of, oh I don't know, what's a good metaphor, threw up on my shoes? And then drunk dialed me at 2 am to apologize?
And today the internet at my work is acting like a temperamental four year old in line at a Disneyworld ride, so I'm keeping this post short (cue sighs of relief from my readers) but I did want to say thank you, a million times thank you, for your kick ass support. I always hesitate to blog when I'm having a bad moment or crappy day but then there you guys are, either gently chiding me to get some perspective or full on amen-ing me in all my crappy day glory - and I dig both quite a lot. It's all appreciated guys, it does not go unnoticed and your comments really and truly do make my day.
Also, to make my day better, I made an appointment to finally get my very first tattoo. Rest assured this was not in reaction to my crappy day, I've been wanting and planning and saving up for years, it does not involve the words "love" or "Bob", nor is it a dolphin diving into my butt crack. It's a word that I truly, deeply love, my friend Robert personally designed it with his mad calligraphy skills, I'm going to world-famous tattoo artist Pat Fish in Santa Barbara, and I'm about 80% excited, 20% scared.
And in other news, did anyone else know that when you add heavy cream and cheese to whatever dish you're making, your day gets approximately 83% better?
Happy Friday, everyone!
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