Just one of those days. And still think the icon is of hilarity. OF hilarity, I said it! I meant it

And I'm here to represent it. MAN. Treading water. With weights on my feet. I feel like I have plates spinning, and I'm racing back and forth to keep them from falling. Too. Much. To Do. Well, let me re-phrase that. I want to sit in a lounger with a towel on my head, tunes in the background, a mojito in one hand and a good book in the other. So, in that respect, too much. :-D Don't cry for me, Argentina. Or New Zealand. Guatemala? You can cry for me. CRY, dammit!

( If there was any wonder why my BFF is my BFF, here's why )

[ETA] just chopped a big, pungent onion, tears streaming down my face. Daughter and friend walk in, I fake sobbing, and turn to my daughter as she asks why I'm crying: "Because of something you DID!" Ha ha. Bonus points for making her friend (who I don't like) uncomforatble = a million. Now, WHY does my MIL think I'm a bad parent? Come on. She laughed when she saw the onion. HEEE!