You just gotta love your real friends, right? And let's face it. At my age, I've gone through more friends than tampons. The real ones just keep coming back...just like your period. God, I hope I don't have any male readers, and if I did, I just lost them. Sorry boys.
My hair dresser tried to cheer me up and told me that I could just put Vodka in my saline flushes for my IV line and it actually perked me up considerably! Anytime things get old, or boring, or I just need a good drunk, I can flush and go! Brilliant!
I had to cut my hair this weekend since it is falling out in bucketfalls. It is pretty much see through. Good thing is I am saving a bundle on shampoo and I can dry it by sticking my head out the window on the way to work! Wheee! Promise to post a picture soon. I'm still trying to figure out to style this sum-buck, and I've managed to look like an 80's styled hippee, mix. I'm thinking of calling it the rattee.
It was so super nice this weekend, and I am DREADING the fact that I have to work all week. I loved bumping around in the yard and watching Pete and the kids work....while sipping my Mai Tai....getting my feet rubbed and eating bons bons. If you know anything about me, you know that most of that did not happen, but some of it did. Guess away...
Off to Lewistown this weekend with just us girls! Meaning BIG GIRLS. BIG GIRLS that can drink and gossip and get loud without their kids or husbands being embarrassed or humiliated. It's gunna be fun!
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