Please bear with me.
It is not even 11 am on the east coast and already I've endured:
*A throbbing headache that laughs in the face of Excedrin Migraine.
*My brand new pair of fuzzy slipper/socks being thrown into the potty by my 3 year old...a potty full of shadoobie, no less. (Long story...don't ask.) Ew.
*News that one of my cousins has just been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. (Praying for Brian, earnestly.)
*A bite on the thigh from Lewis. I love that cat, but he's thisclose to becoming a fur muff.
*News that my beloved Herschel Walker will be on the next installment of Celebrity Apprentice. It made my head pound even harder to think of The Donald being mean to my man. I don't think I'll be able to watch. Gulp.
Oh, my head. Literally.
Again, please bear with me. I will pick a winner of the autographed copy of Kristin Cashore's Graceling later on today. Go back and comment again if you want--it will only increase your chances.
Why does this particular Friday feel like a Monday? Yeesh...