30 degree drop in temps, with gale-force winds and a bad attitude. Chilly AF over here. A true Midwestern Spring, y’all! The Girl and I are snug inside, fighting with logistics (sweatergawd, 90% of my stress seems to come from the liars at freight companies – how can you claim ‘no one available to receive delivery at 8:40a’ when my customer has timesheets for (wait for it) 700 crew members clocked in from 7a – 5p, SEVEN DAYS A WEEK (they are building a $750,000,000 plant. Time flies. How dumb (or careless) do you think I am?
Yeah, that kind of day.
Our neighbor (the one who cuts his grass 2x a week, even in a drought. In this rain? 4x week, bless. his. hort.) He yelled at El O because he missed the backup and splashed 14″ (inches) of mud on his brand-spankin’ new concrete driveway (you could land a Cessna on this thing – and it’s his baby. And I get it. but DAYum! Total freakout. Over14inches of accidental mud? Hokay. I hosed it off. And bought him a new pair of $1.88 reflectors. He’s fine now. Sigh.
Did I mention? That. Kind. Of. Day.
So. I’m coked to the gills in No 5 body creme (even the gold gel in my hair because I’m in that kinda mood), wearing a stylish Norma Kamali fleece jacket and daring yet another Liar Beast of a freight company to mess with me today.
No 5 is my vestigial BEAST. To mitigate the fangs, though, I spritzed some pre-reform No 22 atop it, once my nerves settled down, because this the perfect weather for 22. It’s a big ol’ powderbomb, too much for really hot weather and way too much for the artificial heat of Winter. A blustery, mid-40s day? Perfection.
Michael Franks (my Valium with a DarkSide chaser) on the box, keeping me firmly in that Fantasy Past and keeping the world safe from my flamethrowing ways for yet another hours. Plowing through logistics paperwork. Invoicing (okay, that’s a GOOD thing – but it’s still a bit of a slog). A small bouquet of muguet, picked in Saturday’s rain. It’s holding my soul together.
But! That’s ALL I got. I’m hanging by a thread and tapped out – so let’s talk about YOU!
Y’all! I owe you some WINNAHS!
Muguet: Dina C (because you FELL ON YOUR FACE!)
you 3: gmail your evilauntieanita and remind me what you’ve won – I’ll get it out asap.
The restayouse? Tell me something calming (or bitchbitchtich – I’m easy). I’ll have The Girl poke that pawnail because …well, y’all are just so damb kind and patient and I gots more FUN STUFF to giveaway!
xoxoxoxo your crabass Musette