But I think you know I'll try:
I'm pretty exhausted.
You probably felt my void yesterday, cried in my absence, and what-not. But little did you know I was suffering right along with you.
Not really. I was loving every single second of my twelve-hour, non-stop, frantic, jam-packed day. No Lifetime Movie Network for this lady. There was a dog to walk, jewelry to alter, a DBA to acquire, lunch with Corey, brownie bake-off invitations to print, cut and deliver, a mom to chauffeur, capping ceremony to attend, dinner to consume and a sister's future mother-in-law to embarrass.
A true 7am-11pm day jam packed full of everything I would have wanted to do even if I did have a choice.
The only problem is that by 6:30am today I felt like I had just died. And then at 9am I still felt dead. And now at 2ish I am just starting to revive myself only because I am leaving in a few short hours to pick up my dad and raid his cafeteria for a couple carrots (read: big, fat brownie).
But I will survive. I always manage to.
A few things to mention from yesterday:
- I am now an official maker-and-seller-of-jewelry, see right (shameless plug).
- And am sometimes referred to as an artist, as in "You'll be the artist of the month..." Whoa. All I do is play with wool...
- My sister earned her nurses cap last night in the traditional capping ceremony. I am beyond proud. Like "ohmigosh my sister can now do things I couldn't even imagine doing" proud.
- But let's be honest, both sisters are way better than me.
- When I say we embarrassed Katie's (the capped sister) future mother-in-law I mean we left nothing in the arsenal of "stuff you shouldn't say/do when meeting someone for the first time."
- Like talking about the poop version of pee catheters: according to my dad they are called flexi-seals.
- My dad knows about poop catheters because he buys supplies for hospitals. I know you were wondering.
- I would not be happy with a less than open version of my family. We're loud. We're proud. And we're often inappropriate.