...Honest.
I think I am overworked.
Wait.
I know I am overworked.
And PMS'ing.
So my body decided to let some tears flow.
And flow, and flow and flow.
The boss (who is AWESOME) was totally supportive.
And totally let me sniffle.
Then made me laugh.
The gal (who is AWESOME) said calming things over the phone.
And then surprised me by showing up at my home.
And let me be silent, snarky, sucky & funny.
Almost all at the same time.
Yes folks. I'm back to being me.
And after all of that, I could use a beer.
Or some of those McDonald's chicken strip thingys.
They're like crack.