Really, really random

Shoooooweeee, this week has kicked my booty y'all. I spent all of Tuesday in bed--literally, I didn't leave my cocoon until after 12pm and then left the house for 45 minutes which was exactly 44.5 minutes longer than I could handle and promptly fell back into sleep and cry mode.

I inherited my mother's hair, feet, skin, NOSE and genetics for migraines, so, thanks for that, Mom. I was so sick, it was just miserable. Made even more fun because I live alone and I feel so guilty asking anyone for help--don't worry, I have since been yelled at by, well, everyone for not calling them. I just never know when it's appropriate to ask for help ya know? Like, should I be vomiting blood? Apparently, no. Lesson learnt.

I am feeling better, so I'm gonna go hang out with my friend Kim and her bambino tonight, and then tomorrow my bestie boo, Ro is wooing me with Thai and Les Mis. She knows the way to my heart, that one. Which is why she's my bestie. (basically people just try to keep me busy so I don't cut myself with a razor or something)

Also, I'm super sad because Molls and I worked out a plan for me to head back to England when she's on break, but I couldn't get the time approved off work even though I'm technically not working that week anyway, I'm supposed to be around "in case" (we are opening the new studio). Harumph. But it's not like I can upset my boss--and she's rad. And I love my job. Molls, of course is piiiiiiiissssed. Oops.

But, that's not keeping me from racking up the frequent flier miles! Next week to Denver for work and then the following week DC to run a race with my Madrid sister--eeek! I haven't seen her since November, which is an actual crime in all 50 states!

So, that's what's going on over here in Casa de Crazy. What's up with y'all?

Oh, and gratuitous picture from the Oscars of my husband being such a dang gentleman. Swoon.

If we could just clone him, that'd be great. I need a man. A man, not a boy--a man. Preferably one with an Australian accent and green eyes.