it’s the end of the week and i’ve got some things to say about that. but mainly this: thank spork.

i didn’t think i’d make it this time. really. i thought, this is the end, my friend. i see a light at the end of the tunnel. should i go toward it? should i run like hell in the opposite direction? should i make like the pope and embrace my deathy goodness?

although, i was really sort of fighting that last option. because, unlike the pope, i’m not so convinced god in all his awesome splendor would be sitting on his throne waiting to welcome me with open arms. in fact, i’m fairly certain his arms would be crossed and he would be tapping his foot, looking at me hard. and if god does that little head tossy and finger waving thing reality contestants do when they get really pissy and go off on one another…i’m pretty sure that’s what i’d get: “girl, why you trippin?”– provided i even make it that close to the pearly gates.

but i digress.

i chose to run. freaking hysterical, with the flames of hell licking my immortal soul soles in the other direction, away from the light. i emerged victorious on the other side. only to realize that my survival of this week only means i live to fight another day: monday is a scant 3 days away. be still my barely beating heart.

it was a wild and wily week full of ups and downs. i won’t bore you with the details. and maaan are they boring. work,work,work,failed attempt at global domination,work,work,hangman with the kids, work, housecleaning, work, shopping, work, sleep, work, etc and so on.

playing hangman with a kid who can’t spell is very challenging:

“is there a C?”
“no”

and two hours later you realize he was spelling christmas with a “K” plus letters you didn’t even know existed and you’re hanging from the gallows with bulging eyes and too bad for you. you suck, mom.

still, it was the highlight of the week. i’ll take that any day over all that other stuff.