any morning

That starts with getting screamed at while you're still asleep just can't be good.

At least I'm awake. I've decided not to take the month-long heart test. If there's a problem, there's a problem. I'm falling apart anyway, a test isn't going to change that and, right this second, more aggravation isn't something I need.

When you start with a four-column to-do list *before* heading to the office to see what they have for you, a husband who's off his meds and thereby having early-morning meltdowns, two dogs that are bouncing off the walls, bills to pay, books to get out and deadlines? Who has time.

*sighs*

Okay. I've bitched. Go me.

Vegas was surreal. There were good parts which I'll squeal about here when I'm in a better humor. There were bad parts which I've already obsessed about endlessly, so I won't share. If it weren't for the bullriding? I'd probably never go back. However, because that's where the bullriding is? I'll go back. Next time I go, though, I will do it differently.

(I got to hug Rob Smets AND Greg Potter. Eeeee!)

Okay, work. Go team. Sneezer, I've got to call my mom tonight and I'll get you that recipe. :D