OH MY GOD I AM DONE WITH THE WORKWEEK THAT WOULD NOT DIE
Took a real nasty mood spill towards the end there. Peg and I were absorbing each other's stress like crazy and started manifesting our Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolfsonas at each other. At least twice, I had to just sit and stare until my brain unlocked.
Much, much better now. Her mood's improved and we're back to our usual snarky banter. Now I'm gonna do AS LITTLE AS POSSIBLE all weekend and love it.
Have fun out there, darlings.