Here we go. I’m
dieting eating healthy, exercising, Aunt Flo’s visiting, my workweek went down like the Titanic on Monday and shows no signs of improving, and my house is a landmine of dustballs and dirty laundry. So what’s the added stress of FINDING SOMETHING TO WRITE ABOUT EVERY DAY THAT’S NOT PURE DRIVEL?
No stress here. Nope, none at all.
Let the party begin.