This has been a horrible week. It kicked off with the jury duty, then it spun into a major work crisis that had me popping Exedrin like candy, followed up by evenings spent reworking the book. I sent the book revisions in yesterday, and last night stage 1 of the Hell Project at work was complete.
This morning, we had a meltdown over the complete lack of winter twirly dresses in the little angel's closet. And really, I had no patience for it. I have no patience for anything at this point, which makes me feel guilty, but really, all I want is a jacuzzi, some wine that is not Franzia Chablis ($7.99 for the whole box!) and NO PEOPLE. Also, I would've liked Grey's Anatomy to have been on last night. It was what I was looking forward to all week, and I got football instead.
Tired of that? I have a post on writing letters to Santa today over at BlogHer, and a review of spiffy remote-control fire trucks over at Surrender, Dorothy: Reviews. I'm flummoxed by the plethora of deserving yam haiku, therefore I'll pick the winner of the digital camera next week, when I'm not so grumpy. (Trust me, you'd prefer that.) Also, Mir tells me I may be giving away a giant Miffy soon. The hits just keep on coming.