|It's not like I need a new "national" "holiday" as an excuse to drink wine|
|You can't see me, right? I'm HIDING from you.|
|pretty, right? It almost qualifies as "clear" for Warner Bros.,|
who could be calling me one of these days
|I've attempted this photo at least three times. Hard to aim the webcam in such a way as to not capture an illicit image when blogging from the tub. Yes, on my laptop. Yes, I'm a real risk-taker.|
Three Good Things:
- So, yeah, I'm "celebrating" National Wine Day. I waited until after 5 (after 6, really, if you're counting). I didn't want to "Drunk Power Walk", and now that I don't gotta go anywhere else today, I expect to be at least a Coupla Sheets to the Wind by the time Stephen gets home from work tonight (Sorry, Stephen... and frankly, I don't imagine I'll have more than one more full glass, since I'm kinda a lightweight).
- Yeah, I'm blogging in the tub. On my laptop. Without a safety shelf or anything! But I do have my #Towel to keep my hands dry!
- Yeah, I'm preparing for my milestone birthday party. I've been assured by Stephen and both of the homeowners who are "hosting" with me that it will be laid-back, minimal stress, and anyone who attends will have a good time. Yes, my Depression Lied to me about me putting too much pressure on myself and my hosts. Yes, Stephen was the one who pointed that out, AND he made the phone call to the husband-host so they could co-guy in "fix it" mode, and then wife-host called me, and everyone's on the same page, and we're all pretty chill. Yay.
THANK YOU. If you are someone who feels insufficiently thanked for any- and every-thing that you do, please accept my THANK YOU. If you are someone who I have insufficiently thanked, please accept that with the warmest of intentions. Apparently, this Depression is deeper than I had originally gauged. So THANK YOU for sticking with me and helping me outta it.
Please comment. You can ask me a question, or you can answer a point, or you can tell me your favorite joke (you can even tell me dirty jokes here, I certainly don't fucking mind). I miss your commentary, when you read silently, from wherever you're reading. I promise, if I have any response at all, I will respond. THANK YOU.