This weekend, I head to Atlanta to see my beloved Betty Joan and honestly, it cannot come a moment too soon. I realized this this morning when I damn near took a sledgehammer to my computer after a calendaring issue with work.
Dear Outlook: Stop trying to fucking tell me what I want to do. I AM THE BOSS.
It will just be nice to see a dear friend, spend some time girl talking over too much wine, and sit on a porch while various meats grill.
I am a simple gal, folks.
And honestly, you know what I am looking forward to the most? A weekend free of dealing with other people’s problems. And yes, I know how that sounds. I care about your problems. I am, of course, not talking about you. And it is weird because I usually love everyone else’s problems; they make me feel normal and well adjusted and thankful I have managed not to completely screw up my life. I enjoy helping people. I give good advice if I do say so.
But sweet merciful Jesus, just for a weekend, I want a break from everyone. I think I deserve it. No problems, no whining, no insane demands on my time. And I promise when I get back I will welcome the problems of others.
But this weekend, just me and Betty Joan and her bosom and lots of cuddling and…well, I think I have said too much.
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So very excited I get to steal a few hours of your weekend and to meet your friend!!!!
me too, me too!
Happy travels.
Outlook is evil. Unfortunately, in most cases, there aren’t any practical alternatives… Every now and then, I see some promising mock up where someone’s begun developing a product that just looks amazing… but so far none of them have panned out. :-\
lol have a fabulous vacation
Can. Not. WAIT. Here’s to a problem free weekend in the ATL!