that’s the sound of my metaphorical explosion. Work has all blowed up. Ah, yeah. Crises abound – panic attacks consume – tempers flare – ka-boom!
I’ll be back next week, when things have (please) settled down.
Also, before I go, I should note my brother this weekend shared with me that he wants to start his own blog as a direct refute to mine, but he only has one line to quibble with, and it is this: he never ever ever said in a million years, never – blow the roof of this joint – which I apparently wrote somewhere that he did. So now he doesn’t have to start his own blog but can continue to run the Country’s Best Italian Restaurant.
Oops, I just hear a ka-blam from down the way – I’d best attend. Talk to you all next week.
C
Oh, I hate work explosions. I hope things quiet down soon.
Hope the explosions stop soon!
I know how you feel. Take care, see you soon.
Hang in there. I hope you get to keep all of your digits amidst the kabooming, and I would looove to visit that restaurant. *Loves Italian.*
Dorothy – ME too!
Stefanie – ditto!
LK – I know you feel me!
Andi – I think partying with you in Pittsburgh would be unbelievable!