You know how it is when you create something and you think it’s the most fabulous, wonderful thing ever and you’re absolutely sure everyone in the world will call you a genius for thinking of it, but you wait and wait before you offer it to the world because you were born with self-doubt and in that time you start to wonder if it was really that great to begin with because you’ve grown so bored with the idea by now, and then you think to yourself that it’s not old to the rest of the world so they’ll love it and you put it out there and you get squat of a response?
And then you go to work and someone asks you to do something that’s not in your job description and it’s also something on record with your employer that you should not ever have to do but you do it anyway because you don’t want to pitch a stink for fear of getting fired six months from retirement?
After that your incredibly smart phone decides to be the most moronic thing ever and can’t decide what to do even though you give it very specific instructions because it’s the equivalent of petrified dinosaur excrement so just shuts down entirely?
Yeah, I think I should be the one to shut down entirely. It’s going to be one of those weeks.
There was a time in my past when I was known as one of the “champagne sisters.”
Auntie B's Wax 