Monday, March 26, 2012

Tower of Terror

I'm going to be Vague-y McVaguenstein on this post out of necessity and to prevent everyone from unfollowing, but you know how you hear that old saying "Life is like a terrifying amusement park ride, and you just try to hold on for dear life and not puke or lose a flip-flop?"

Yeah.  That's where I am.

I want a little less of this:

And a little more of this:

Slightly less of this:
(although, Auntie, you are divine in this photo)

Ramp up more of this:



Okay.  That was a good session.  I'm going to knock off half a dozen cookies and a Prilosec and go to bed. 
Sweet dreams, dear Wifers!


Mom of AOCG said...

Super sorry about whatever it is you're going through, but I want you to know that you're still funny. :) Wish I could help. xoxo

Julie, The Wife said...

You are too sweet - this isn't anything REAL, like the people I know who are battling cancer or unemployment or real releationship issues. Just your standard everyday life stuff that occasionally hits you like a freight train - grades, illness, schedule juggling, and my first BIG fight with my teen. *sigh*. But it's all good.

Mom of AOCG said...

Well, I'm glad it's not REAL, but it is still real. Hang in there. xo Your last post about the seminars? Hilarious! (But the baby is crying and I should probably not ignore her long enough to post another comment on that one.) xo

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