Friday, September 26, 2008

And this is what love looks like.

It’s been a hectic and stressful and painful week.

Issues at Corporate Behemoth have exploded to the point where Cha Cha, Queen of Just Doing Her Job and Figuring it Will All Come Out in the Wash, has actually had to do spin control.

Yikes.

And then there’s the break with Mr. Wonderful.

Be still my aching heart.

I am not sleeping. I am not eating. I am a hot flippin’ mess.

And my class reunion is this weekend and I look like I am wearing a Raquel Welch wig.

I’m working from home today in hopes that I can sneak away early afternoon to get my reunion on. And I’m exhausted and I haven’t packed and blah blah blah.

Geriatric Poodle has been very fussy today. Finally, I just plopped him on my lap and he is now completely satisfied. I must say … having his soft little body snuggled into mine is one of the few calming influences in my week. And really? If somebody shoves their nose into your armpit to find comfort and solace, you know you are loved.

2 comments:

Linda Crispell said...

If any part of me resembled Raquel Welch, even at her current age of 97, you can bet I would finally show up at a high school reunion.
Wear the wig and keep your head up high!
Enjoy all the people who have doubled their size.
Linda (Eva Gabor wig)

Saucy said...

Why, Goddess, why do class reunions always coincide with breakups? It's not fair.