Must. Be. Fried.
things are unorganized
can't find the freakin' felt pads for the table legs
have more crap than carter's got pills
still hangin' in limbo
with no place to eat
need many personal assistants
and a team of carpenters/painters
a nanny
a cook
a housekeeper
damn!!!
forgot to play lotto
must have a plan
must commit it to paper
must make it happen
need to feel settled
need to feel comfort
need the list to be complete
need organization for the sake of sanity
need to go buy some more flippin' felt pads
and a lotto ticket
give me lucky numbers
5 Comments:
I feel this way ALL the Time. And I know that when I'm getting stressed over lost felt pads, that it's time to step back and get a massage or something. Not that I always take my own advice. I usually just keep looking for the felt pads like a madwoman.
Here are my lucky numbers: 3, 24, 19, 5, 28. Good luck!
Maybe it's an epidemic...or a Pandemic...this feeling of being run over by your own life. Let me know. I'm a sufferer as well.
Are you remembering to breathe? I forget that sometimes. Lean against the sink or wall, close you eyes and deep breathe until you feel better or you hyper-ventilate. So kidding, but stopping for a sec does work.
Fried. I can relate, lovely lady. Hope all is better now!
Fried. I can relate, lovely lady. Hope all is better now!
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