Must...control...fist of death...

I'm home from work today because The Girl turned in to a snot factory overnight. Nothing too bad, she's still playing and such, but she's running a fever and has already gone through half a box of tissues so I figure that warrants a day home from school. Of course, I haven't broken the bad news yet that this also means no Trick or Treating tonight, but I'll cross that bridge later. Perhaps once the cold medicine kicks in she won't care (Think Girlfriend and Dayquil - same reaction).

This at least gives me a chance to stop, catch my breathe, and catch up on things. My life has been a non-stop roller coaster of stress, turmoil and tears. There should seriously be a law against bosses being mean to you when you are trying to quit smoking and the punishment should be death by nicotine patch.
But I won't get in to that because 1) I need my job because my kids have grown fond of eating and 2) I just don't have the energy.

But the attitude I've been dealing with is pretty similar to this:

Ah, but enough of that. I have the day off! < insert giddy laughter here > So I won't have to deal with it again for another 24 hours (assuming I avoid my work email, of course).
In schmoopy news, I spent a long weekend with The Thing, who spoiled me well after my shitty week. We went bar hopping with Inigo and Buttercup (and I didn't smoke!), went to a show, was presented with a scrapbook Thing made for me celebrating our year together and received an invitation to spend Thanksgiving with his family this year, which I'm pretty excited about.

Oh and...did I tell you guys about Christmas plans with me, The Thing, and Wilma & Fred? I didn't? huh...

Well, I wouldn't want to get ahead of myself. It is only October, you know. Happy Halloween everyone!