Not quite Friday yet, but close enough. These past few days I went to a conference for two days, had a dinner party for my two bosses one evening, and prepped the house for the arrival of the new puppy.  Not a bad week, but long and exhausting, especially with my Israeli HR director in town and demanding much of my attention. Whenever my “other” boss comes to visit from Israel (about twice a year) I end up with long lunchless days at work, and worst of all NO GYM.  When I don’t go to the gym, every bite I eat wracks me with guilt.  I’m serious.  Gymming lets me…

My head is spinning round and round.   I’m so busy.   I’m so poor.   I want to go on a shopping spree and buy some NEW CLOTHES and maybe some NON-SCUFFED NON-STINKY NEW SHOES and perhaps some FRESH FRUITS AND VEGETABLES since we’ve been sticking with canned lately to cut down on the grocery bill and perhaps a NEW SPORTS BRA since my old ones are roughly a decade old and have lost most of their stretchiness and are not doing their job AND LET’S FACE IT, IT AIN’T THAT HARD TO CONTAIN THESE B-CUPS.   To alleviate the angst of my inner spoiled brat who is SICK…

I posted the last entry, then picked up my phone to good news.  My hard-working husband had something worked out while I was writing.    So, thanks for keeping me afloat again, God.  I’m a little creeped out by the speed of the response to my plea for a Personal Flotation Device, but it’s all good.   Hmmmm.  It can’t hurt . . .   Hey, Somebody Throw Me a MILLION DOLLARS.