Today was "Wear a helmet" day. I must've put out so many fires, progressed my projects and made Insane-o happy while wearing my pretty, white bow skully barrettes. There should be something wrong with closing a $5,000 deal with white bow skully barrettes and a N.S.F.W tee shirt.
Between Robotics, upcoming camping trip (dealing with the snarky family - yay!), pressures at work, lack of sleep and background thoughts on making more time to write, I thought I could use a little "tension release." While the Hubby and boy went out, I pulled out my favorite toy.
And couldn't release.
Now, before yo start snickering (because I half-way am, so don't encourage me), I am worried. This has never happened to me before. Much like Samantha Jones, when I RSVP to a party, I make it a point to come. It's a pride point for me - I know how to have a good time.
The worst part? I'm even more frustrated and irritable than before.
Hubby assures me this is all stress related, but it's never happened to before. Am I finally old and starting to dry up? I wore pretty skully bows today! How is that possible?
I need to plan a vacation. I need to get away.