Seriously? I thought I was going to get a vacation. Ten weeks of sleeping late, sitting by the pool, reading chick lit and being quite smug to those that have to work 12 months a year. Not quite.
Winston, the puppy, has had explosive poop two days, my family has lost their minds and I have been working just has hard as I do during the school year. Sleeping in means 8am - what happened to mid-morning?
The good news is that there has been so much wackiness around me that I am getting great material for that novel I am going to get to one day. There is no need to make stuff up, I just have to pick up the phone.
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