I think I look superimposed.
That photo has nothing to do with this post, I just wanted a photo and this worked for me.
In twelve hours I am heading out on a three-day conference, to a resort I am not cool enough for up in the White Mountains. I will likely be without internet access (HOLYHANNAHHOLYHANNAH) for the entire time. And of course, I am backlogged by 804 emails that need replies (you all are too cool for me, too). Plus, I have 165.7 posts bookmarked to read. But the really, really freaky part?
I haven’t even started packing. Or ironing. I have to dress “formal” for the dining room. People, I am not formal. I thought I could just make due with all my wrinkly capris - but OH NO. OH. NO. I have to wear gowns and “bling,” as specified on my itinerary. IFJGFIOGJF!
Also, today I had an incident with the autistic boy swimming, sans clothing, in the freaking Connecticut River. DOWN RIVER, you know, WITH THE CURRENT. Yeah. My point EXACTLY. (But, he totally made up for it. He gave me a kiss today, the first outward sign of affection towards me in the two years I’ve worked with him. I might have cried. Maybe. Just a little. Maybe.)
OKAY ENOUGH YELLING WITH THE CAPS AND REPETITION. I’m out!
