January 30th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

Hola there. I suck at blogging lately, but I promise I have good reasons.

So I’m alive, cruising along in life doing my thing happily, and then someone decides its time to turn up the drama meter. I hate the upped drama meter.

- My Mom’s in the hospital for the fourth time in six months for the same problem. Only this time, she’s in California which is NOT where she lives. She was there to take care of my Grandma who just got OUT of the hospital. Yeah. That causes problems. Her first night in the hospital was awful. Obviously my Grandma couldn’t be there with her so she was alone and something happened to the tube in her stomach and it got kinked and was causing her immense pain, and the nurses ignored her cries and pleadings for more pain medication all night. The next day, “somehow” it leaked out that my Grandfather has a wing at that exact hospital named after him and he was the most feared/loved Medical Director in the hospital’s history, and now she has TWO private nurses, a doctor checking on her every two hours and is being treated like a queen. I think it’s sad that someone has to throw a name around in order to just be COMFORTABLE. It makes me so mad. (And don’t tell my Mom it was me who threw the name around. She’ll get mad at me!)

- Took my damaged vehicle in to get fixed. I had to drop it off on a Sunday night due to my business trip. They didn’t call me to tell me they got it (as I requested), then they called me to tell me it was going to be MORE expensive, then didn’t call me to tell me it was done. THEN, I called to see if it was done and they told me it would be three more days. That’s four days longer than they told me the car was going to take total. SO, I got mad, chewed them out for only calling me when they wanted more money and hung up. About five minutes later they called me back. “oops, we were wrong. Your car is done. We had it mixed up with another car.” Gee, thanks. I picked up my car and it was FILTHY. They hadn’t cleaned out the fiberglass and glass on the inside from changing the windshield, it looked like they’d wiped it off with a dirty rag and it still smells like glue. Grrrr.

- Our builder’s landscaper screwed up on our yard. We’ve been calling them since September to fix it and no one EVER got back with us. I had to raise hell to finally get someone to set an appointment to get it all straightened out. This morning at 7:00 AM was our set time. Matt and I waited for 45 minutes and the guy never showed, so I got pissed and drove to work, leaving a nasty message at his office. He called me at 8:15 saying he had written down our appointment wrong and he was at our house and could I come home? Um, no. I proceeded to chew him out for fifteen minutes and now he’s staying late tonight to make a 6:00 PM appointment with us. Because I’m a beotch that way.

- Our builder messed up on a few other things (like leaking windows) and so far SEVEN of the contractors we’ve had appointments with have blown us off, making either myself or my husband sit around waiting and end up late for work. When I tell our customer service manager, she apologizes and tries to set another appointment in the middle of the day. I finally had to chew HER out and tell her that we had wasted enough of our time and now the contractors needed to go out of their way to be at our house when it’s convenient for US, not when it’s convenient for them. We’ll see how this goes, but I’m (understandably) skeptical.

- One of my pieces of luggage was lost on the trip back from New Orleans, which is weird because when I switched planes, how did they transfer ONE piece and not the OTHER? Somehow some moron just saw HOUSTON TO PHOENIX and didn’t pay attention to the fact that there were FOUR flights to Phoenix that day. My bag was on the last one. My body was on the first one. AND, it was my make-up. So I came to work on Monday naked faced. Not. Pretty. Luckily, I got it back Monday afternoon, but it still sucked.

- I awoke this morning to some “blog wars.” There is one person who’s been quite a wretch to several of my favorite bloggers. Let me say this. I know that by publishing a blog, we open ourselves up to public criticism, people disagreeing with us, not liking us, etc. HOWEVER, if someone doesn’t like what I (or others) have to say, DON’T READ IT. There are people really putting themselves out there and telling us personal stuff. Stuff they don’t even tell their best friends. It’s scary enough without losers with no name insulting us for it. Speaking of losers with no name, if you’re going to leave nasty comments, at least attach your NAME to them. Don’t be a pansy and hide behind the ability to be anonymous. That’s just stupid. I like to abide by the rule “If you don’t got somethin’ nice to say, don’t say nothin’ at all.”

SEE? D-R-A-M-A. And I’m off to deal with it. Hopefully I’ll have happier things to say tomorrow. What is it with January? Can this month be OVER already?

January 27th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

So, um, I’m sort of lazy and pretty much a cheapskate. They didn’t have wireless internet at my sister’s house and I was having way too much fun to blog (gasp! I know!) and then wireless wasn’t free at the airport. Sooooo, you’re getting an incredibly late version of Soap Opera Sunday. Again. But at least on Sunday this time, right?

To catch up on my super long saga, you can go here, here, here, here, here and here. And don’t even worry, we haven’t even covered the first month of Richard’s and my relationship yet!

Well, last week when we left off I had just been dumped on my birthday and Richard was being a douche AND we were on our way to my scary Dad’s house.

I rented the car and we headed out to drive the two-ish hours to Lancaster, PA. Since the car was in my name, Richard wasn’t supposed to drive it, I had to drive the whole time, and like the kind ex-boyfriend he was turning out to be, he slept the whole time. Oh and I got HORRIBLY lost. So our two hour drive turned into a four hour drive and I had no companion the entire time because he was snoring. Stellar.

When we arrived, my Dad was cooking dinner and before even saying hi he turns from the stove and shouts “Hey honey! Happy Birthday! Did you get drunk?”

“No Dad. Still Mormon. Still no drinking.”

“Well did you get laid?”

“Nope. Still Mormon. Still no sex.”

“What a f***ing waste of time!”

“Uhhh, Dad, this is Richard. Richard, my father in all his glory.”

Things just went downhill from there (just when you think it can’t get worse, right?). My stepmother wasn’t home yet and Dad just set out to grill Richard. Why didn’t he see his son? Was he going to church? Why didn’t he go to church? Didn’t he know that the girl he was dating took church very seriously? It went on and on and on and was making both Richard and I very uncomfortable. Especially considering our extremely recent break-up that I hadn’t told anyone about yet.

Yikes.

We had an awkward family dinner and went downstairs to watch football, which was turning out to be the only thing Richard wanted to do. He, of course, left the room to talk on the phone several times, but we spent the rest of the day watching all the games. I was pretty tired and headed to bed, asking him to come talk to me for a while. I was going to get to the bottom of the recent dumping and find out what the crap was going on.

Our conversation was actually going really well until at some point in the conversation I asked him a question about his family. I don’t remember what his response was exactly, but I remember he looked at me and called me Tiffany.

Tiffany was the Ex. The really recent Ex who I had just found out apparently had a problem with Richard and I being set up. The Ex who had sought out Adrienne (who had set us up) and asked her why she thought it was OK to set up HER boyfriend Richard with someone else. The boyfriend she had dumped. The Ex I already hated for trying to force Richard into going back to church before he was ready and who just seemed lame and pushy all the way around. And now he was apparently mistaking me for her. Then, within about fifteen minutes, he called me Tiff four or five times.

My feelings were very hurt. Once I could understand but FIVE TIMES? I was sort of at the end of my rope. With tears streaming down my face I asked him to leave the room and let me go to bed. We had a long drive back to New York the next day and were going to see The Lion King the next night. I needed to sleep and be away from him for a while.

The drive back sucked. We hardly said a word to each other and he made it very, very clear that he was mad that we were going to a musical when he just wanted to watch the College Football National Championship on TV. Too bad, said me, we had tickets and we were going. Final word on the issue.

Before the show, we were shopping near Rockefellar Plaza, I believe in the Banana Republic. I was across the room from Richard and he was on the phone with someone . . . and I had a feeling it was a girl because of the way he was talking. In my gut I knew who it was . . . I just KNEW, but I was hoping I was wrong.

Then, he did the most horrible, mean, stupid thing a guy has ever done to me.

He shouts, across the room “Hey Kate! What’s your last name? Tiff wants to know, I guess she had a cousin who went to high school with you.”

A. He didn’t even remember MY LAST NAME
B. TIFF?????? ON THE PHONE WITH HIM? WHILE WE WERE ON VACATION IN NEW YORK TOGETHER??
C. Bastard

Ever notice how when the guy you like has some sort of “thing” with another girl you stupidly decide to hate the girl rather than the retard you’re dating? Yeah, I did that. At that moment I decided I hated Tiffany with every last fiber of my being. HATED. HER. And would continue to do so for the next two years of my life.

That’s right folks, you heard me. TWO. YEARS.

Told you this saga lasts forever.

January 24th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

So let’s see . . . combine my stupid illness (anyone besides me noticing I’m getting sick a lot? What the crap is up with that?), being on my feet ALL. DAY. at this convention and the fact that I’ve been up for almost four hours and in my brain I’m still on Arizona time and sound asleep in my warm bed right now, I’m EXHAUSTED.

I arrived in Orlando on Monday, got to the hotel, got some food and went to bed for the night. At six o’clock. Orlando time. Read: four o’clock Arizona time. I didn’t get OUT of bed until nine the next morning. Awesome. Overslept much?

I spent Tuesday running around like a chicken with it’s (sick and congested) head cut off, got lost on the freaking toll turnpike THRICE (stupid GPS. It told me I was AT Lowe’s when in reality? Lowe’s was right off the turnpike. I could SEE it I just couldn’t GET to it), set up a huge complicated booth, schmoozed potential clients at a cocktail party where they were drunk and I was not (however, I think we were on the same page because I was on like fifteen different kinds of medications), went to dinner at an Emeril concept restaurant and was NOT impressed, and fell into bed.

Wednesday I was up at 6 AM, Orlando time (my brain screaming in agony, being that it was 4 AM in there) and stood in the booth until about 5:00. I then took a nap (and by nap I mean watched old reruns of ANTM) and then headed down to another cocktail event. (Obviously these events I attend are not created for Mormons. Granted, not much is, so not like I’m surprised.) Then, finally, a highlight of the trip was going to Emeril’s REAL restaurant at City Walk Universal Studios and having what may have been the best meal of my life. Rock Bass, Yukon mashed potatoes with a corn chowder sauce and some sort of fried crispy vegetable goodness. HOLY goodness it was amazing. So was the banana cream pie we had for desert. MMMMMM. I bow to Emeril’s genius, despite the bad experience of the evening before. Back in my room, the internet was down (um, hotel people? You have a conference full of ONLINE RETAILERS. WE ONLY OPERATE ONLINE. WORKING INTERNET? AN ABSOLUTE NECESSITY!)(and hi, could I use more parenthesis in this post?)(No?) so I decided against working or blogging and called it a night.

This morning I had the HARDEST time waking up, but I feel about 80% better and YAY! Internet! In the booth! And we have comfy chairs! And my boss doesn’t care if I sit because I’m sick! So on with pointless blog posts! Woot! For the record, still very tired.

Tomorrow I have to wake up SUPER early to be at the airport to catch my flight to New Orleans but I am SO EXCITED and glad I’m feeling better so I don’t just crash at Futti’s house and be boring. Futti is my sister, for the record. She’s very small (unlike me) very funny (maybe like me) and I lub her. I’m dreading flying with the tail end of a flu/head cold, but hopefully by tomorrow I’m 100% better and won’t care anymore.

And with that, it’s time to kiss some more retailer butt. Mwwwwah. (that was for you guys, not the retailers.)(Though it could also be for the retailers.)(Still too many parenthesis??)(Naaah)

January 22nd, 2008 by Kateastrophe

See!? I promised you an early Soap Opera Sunday and HERE IT IS! Woo hoo!!
———————————– I wish I could say my last experience with New York was as awesome as all the others, however, I was not so lucky.

The day after Christmas Rhonda and I were going to visit another friend of ours who had moved to New York to be closer to her fiance, and Richard was going to join us there on the 30^th of December, which was the day before my 21^st birthday. Our friends lived in Stamford, about half an hour outside of the city and there were going to be five of us crammed in their tiny apartment but we were so excited to be there that we didn’t care. The first few days before Richard arrived were glorious. We shopped and ate delicious food and played in the city to our hearts content. I was so excited for Richard to join us and to let my friends get to know who he really was. Alas, this was not to be.

Richard’s arrival really shook things up. He immediately (though accidentally) insulted our host and hostess and must have been on edge because he was being SO annoying. He turned up his normal attitude and just rubbed everyone, including me, the wrong way. I couldn’t believe this was the same man. He seemed insecure and rude and pushy and NOT the Richard of the past month. To top it all off, he seemed to be avoiding me. He spent a lot of time outside talking on his cell phone. Now, granted, he was a total mama’s boy who had never traveled this far from his home and family (at least without one of them present.) so I was trying to cut him some slack. Then, the other shoe that I’d been watching for, dropped.

On his first night there, just the two of us were up late, ringing in my birthday with a funny conversation and then it all of a sudden got serious and Richard said “I’m not sure we should date exclusively anymore. It’s just too much too soon.”

Record scratching, ears ringing, que the tears. I. WAS. DEVASTATED. Luckily we were in the dark, so Richard couldn’t see the tears pouring down my face. I don’t even remember how the rest of the conversation went. All I could think about was that my entire week was ruined. Did I send him home? Did I keep him in New York and try to convince him that we SHOULD date exclusively? And ON MY BIRTHDAY? HE DUMPS ME ON MY BIRTHDAY??? I think I went through all the stages of grieving in about fifteen minutes.

Then, after he had just dumped me, on my birthday, on a trip to New York, for the first time in over a month, he tried to make out with me.

Being the stupid, idiotic, retarded, just dumped birthday girl that I was . . . I let him.

I also decided to let him stay in New York. Because I’m dumb. Really dumb.

I woke up the next morning feeling like a total idiot and then tried to secretly explain to my girlfriends what had happened the night before. I spent the day in a fog, trying to be happy and have a good time. We were going to spend New Year’s in Times Square watching the ball drop. This was just after September 11^th and security was CRAZY, but we found an ingenious way to get all the way to the center of Times Square at 11:30 so we didn’t have to wait for hours in the freezing cold. I was so excited to be IN Times Square for New Year’s Eve and all Richard could do was complain about how cold it was. As we counted down to midnight, and everyone around us were kissing in the New Year, I looked expectantly at Richard for a midnight kiss, and he LOOKED THE OTHER WAY.

The next morning we had rented a car to drive the two hours to my Dad’s house in Pennsylvania. Originally, I had planned on Richard and my Dad meeting, falling in love and the wedding going forward. Now I had a very bad feeling about what would happen when Richard met my Dad. Very, very, very bad. And as horrible as I imagined it, I’m pretty sure what really happened was worse.

January 21st, 2008 by Kateastrophe

So check me and my crappy weekend out.

Saturday morning, I woke up energized and happy. I went and worked out, got some stuff done around the house and then went to the mall with Matt. At the mall I started coughing up crap out of NOWHERE. Then, as the day moved on, I deteriorated and by the end of the night I was curled up in a miserable ball of achy, feverish chills and have remained that way ever since.

That’s why I didn’t write part 800 of my Soap Opera and I’m SO sorry. Dragging my butt upstairs to write this was about all the energy I had in me. Oh and I leave tomorrow morning for Orlando. I’m so excited. See my excited face. Nope, dreading the flight. HOWEVER, I am upgraded to first class, so at least I’ll be miserable in some sort of comfort on the plane.

I owe you guys a SOS post, so I promise to write it this week from my hotel room and not make you wait until Sunday. Deal?

OK off to bed with me. Kisses!

January 19th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

Hola. Welcome back to Soap Opera Sunday. Brilly-pooh and I decided it was my turn to host this week and I’m SUPER excited?? My story won’t be up for a little while but I wanted to make sure you guys could start entering your names in the Mr. Linky for your stories!

I have quite a few new readers (HI! Love you guys!) so if you’re confused and wonder what the crap Soap Opera Sunday is, go here to find the details and the rules! The more the merrier! We love hearing all your soapy tales! Make sure to leave a comment after your link and go read the stories! They are always SO great!

We also have an anonymous blog for Soap Opera Sunday just in case you want to share a story that you’re not as comfortable sharing on your own blog!

While I work on writing the NEXT part of my saga, you can catch up on the drama
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All caught up? Good. Now you have to wait for the next part, but not much longer!!!

January 18th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

Calm down, all of you who just got your panties in a bunch and prepared to go to fisticuffs with me over political issues. I’m talking about the Girl Scout Troops.

Yes folks, it’s that time of year again. Time for Girl Scout Cookies. It’s that time when every grocery store entrance and street corner to be flocked with tables of deliciously tempting Tagalongs, Thin Mints and Samoas. Time for those “select” parents to go out a-lobbying to make their daughter the top seller of the year while the child sits at home playing video games. (you know the psycho parents I’m talking about.)

The grocery store girls I can handle. I just pretend to talk on my cell phone and ignore their pleading puppy eyes (and their psychotic stalker mothers.) Avoiding I can totally do.

Want to know what I can’t do? Thought so. What I can’t do is avoid my bosses and co-workers. I’m pretty sure there are at least ten employees in my office with daughters/nieces who are Girl Scouts, and they are making themselves known. One gentleman has his sweet sounding little girl call each one of us individually with a rehearsed spiel conning all of us, ever so politely, to support her and buy some delicious girl scout cookies. Another co-worker has taped the order sheet AND a picture of his beautiful grinning daughter in her private school uniform onto the cupboard above the soda machine in the break room. Another woman is going around to each cube asking if we could find it in our hearts to buy some cookies from her daughter’s needy troupe. Then there’s my direct boss, who has apparently pimped herself out for her boyfriend’s eight year old daughter, and when I told her I’d already ordered, she gave me this SAD look and begged me to buy just a few more. I’m with these people at least eight hours a day, and there’s no way for me to pretend I’m too busy to acknowledge them for that ENTIRE time.

So, I become a complete and total sucker.

I CAN’T SAY NO TO THIS!!! I am a total pushover! I have signed up for at least one box from every person who’s asked. I’m probably spending what I have left of my vacation savings on these damn cookies!!! AND, to top it all off, I still have four boxes of Thin Mints in my freezer from THREE YEARS AGO.

I’m cursing myself even as I write out the eight different checks. These little girls better remember this when they’re in my shoes and I’M the one with the needy Girl Scout! Because I’m comin‘ for them!

January 17th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

I think I’ve discussed my crispified eyeballs before, but the feeling is back and it’s not a good one. Things have been IN.SANE. this week and though I’ve been sleeping, I’m still exhausted.

I haven’t worked out once this week and I know that’s part of the problem. I feel like a big fat giant couch slug, oozing onto the couch and screaming “FEED ME!” Soon I’m going to weigh as much as a whale and have arteries stuffed as full as sweet Italian sausage.

Ew.

I have been a horrible blog friend this week. I’ve read ALL of your posts from my reader but somehow my clicker finger can’t find the will to actually travel to your blogs and make my adoration known. Please refer to the slug comment. It applies to my clicker finger as well. And all my typing fingers for that matter. In fact, typing this is immensely painful because my fingers are so swollen I can barely separate them.

Again, ew, and not actually a true statement.

I have found SO many new blogs to read thanks to my little tryst on Molly’s blog. I am SO excited for the weekend so I can lounge on the couch and surf through archives. I also need to find something interesting to write so I don’t scare any of my new lovers away. That’s right, I said lovers. You’re all my lovers. Don’t tell Matt.

Anyway, not much else going on here. I leave for Orlando on Monday for work and then I get to spend the weekend in New Orleans visiting the Great Tofutti (also known as my little sister, Meagan) and I would be jumping for joy if I could find the energy and will to jump and express joy. Just know the voices in my head are doing the Macarena. Awesome.

January 15th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

I had one of those weekends you dream about. Dinner and a movie with a girlfriend. Some easy housecleaning and 10 miles on the bike on Saturday morning. Fun, comfortable company Holiday party (yes I know it was AFTER the Holidays . . . we do online retail so December sucks at our office). Sunday where we were out of church early enough to have the WHOLE day to lounge around, play games (games meaning sitting on the couch lobbing orange slices into each others mouths, then trying it left handed AND with our eyes closed. Loads of hilarious fun I tell you!), and really just enjoy each others company. I was so excited to begin my week refreshed and invigorated.

Then the heaven’s opened and screamed “KATE WE HATE YOU!”

I had a pretty rough day today. I was tired, had a horrible headache AND was just plain old grumpy. The potential customers who called were all stupid idiots. I couldn’t get a single person I needed assistance from to answer my emails. I am in the middle of organizing a trade show for next week and NO ONE WILL ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTIONS!!!!

To make matters even worse, we made some seating arrangement changes and there is a new body in our cube area. It’s not a quiet body. It’s a body that belches and FARTS at will. LOUDLY. This person is incredibly smart and incredibly cool, but SERIOUSLY? Are the bodily noises REALLY necessary???

I was so excited to leave the office. I called Matt and told him I had zero desire to find something in the house to eat for dinner, so we decided to meet at Pei Wei for tasty chinese. We had a great meal and then I headed home to curl up on the couch and watch the new BBC Persuasion. It sounded like a perfect, happy way to end a bad day.

Que the bad day getting worse.

I’m driving about 100 yards behind the nearest car, taking my time, not going to fast (for a change!) and BAM! Something hit my windshield with the loudest banging noise I’ve ever heard. A very bad word escaped my lips in a very loud manner. Luckily, the windshield didn’t give, probably saving my life, but the brand new hood of my brand new car didn’t fare so well.

I now have three GIANT scratches which will need to be repaired. I have no idea what it was that hit me. I have no idea where it came from. I’m really frustrated that this happened. The car isn’t even a month and a half old. I have been saving my pennies so Matt and I can go on a huge vacation in September and now, I have to fix the car with my saved pennies.

It’s just a thing, it’s just money and I’m lucky whatever hit the car didn’t come through the windshield and hit me. I am aware of all of these things. But I still reserve the right to be very mad that, at the end of my crappy day, something even crappier had to happen. Stupid crappy stupid crap stupid. Yeah.

Wow, I’m Debbie Downer aren’t I? Internets, I challenge you to cheer me up with awesome comments!! Tell me a joke! Tell me I’m pretty! What you love my eyes? You worship me? Oh you’re so kind.

OK I’m not really a comment whore, but I do love me some bloggy friends and I would love to hear positive happy things!! Ready? GO!

January 12th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

Welcome back sud lovers! Also, welcome any new peeps to Soap Opera Sunday! This week, Brillig is, once again, hosting our tales of soapiness. If you want to play along, or if you’re just curious as to what the crap Soap Opera Sunday is, read all about it here.

This story is a multi-part saga, and to those of you wondering, yes every word of it is true. To catch up on the biggest drama of my life, you can go here, here, here and here. In that order.

Ok, on with the show!

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After the random proposal (if you can call it that) I tried desperately to “keep my cool.”

I calmly said “Well, if we get to that point, we should really get married where our families are. I mean it’s stupid to require all those people to go as far as New York if there’s just the two of us there. “

Inside, it was more like “OH MY GOSH THE MAN OF MY DREAMS JUST ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM! Wait, he hasn’t even said “I love you yet.” Wait, and we’re still not kissing again and . . . and . . . and . . . ” And yet, despite the doubt creeping in, I fell even more in love with him.

Christmas was drawing nigh, and I had the perfect present for him. I’d found hard to get tickets to a Laker’s game in LA and bought the two of us plane tickets then added a whole Laker’s warm-up outfit for him. I was so excited to give him his present and couldn’t wait to see what thoughtful gift he’d purchased for me. I was imagining a romantic night with just the two of us having dinner and exchanging our gifts and, due to his earlier outburst about a wedding, I thought MAYBE some talks of our future together.

I was spending Christmas with Adrienne’s family (she had been the one to set Richard and I up, if you remember) because my family was in California and also because my best friend Rhonda and I were leaving for New York City the day after Christmas. What I thought was the best part was that and Richard had unexpectedly decided to join us there a few days later! I was so excited to be with him in my favorite city in the US. Neither he or Rhonda had ever been and I had so many fun things planned. I would be turning 21 while we were there and was absolutely thrilled.

So, Christmas Eve, the romantic gift exchange didn’t exactly go as planned. Richard came over to Adrienne’s house and we sort of casually exchanged gifts. He loved his gift and mine was a beautiful white sweater coat. The only problem was, Richard hadn’t picked it out. Adrienne had actually purchased it for me and then decided to get me something else and planned to take it back. Richard found out about it and bought it from Adrienne. So my gift WAS thoughtful . . .just not HIS thoughts. I didn’t let it bother me too much, I understand girls are hard to shop for. We had a good time together that night anyway.

Christmas Day I ran around Salt Lake with Kyle and Adrienne and their families, and then spent the evening helping Richard put together his new stereo and TV system, then giddily drove home to pack for my amazing vacation to New York.

What I didn’t realize at the time, was that I was in for what I can say with confidence was the worst week of my entire life.

Sorry to leave you hanging again, but I have to end it there so I don’t get 8,000 words into it and have to leave! Tune in next week for the gory details!