Wednesday, March 15, 2006

The calm AFTER the storm...

Okay. I'm breathing. In. Out. Slowly. Deep, cleansing breaths.

I wore a heat wrap around my back all night. It doesn't feel better, but it doesn't feel worse either.

I don't feel like strangling anyone right now, so it might be okay to go to work.

Oy. I'm that cranky old lady that used to live down the street. Now she lives in my house. Kim and Whoorl, I think I AM turning into a Golden Girl. (I still get to be Sophia!)

6 comments:

Master Peebody said...

Haha, now that would be funny.

don't call me MA'AM said...

What? Me turning into Sophia Petrillo? or strangling someone at work?!?

Master Peebody said...

Yeah think of you being sophia.

whoorl said...

i think i should be blanche, that saucy little minx.

as long as i don't have to be bea arthur.

don't call me MA'AM said...

MPB: I can be as cranky and nasty as Sophia... and I'm short. Eeek! All I need is the little white wig, and I think I WOULD be her! AARRRGGH!

whoorl: You are TOTALLY Blanche. You slut. ;-)

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