I'm crazy super busy right now. Work is nuts and will be all week, which means that the week after that....
WHOA! Karma is not my friend right now.
I just ran downstairs to carve the ultra delicious pork that has been cooking and producing the most mouth watering smells throughout this house. Not to mention that when I took it out to measure the temp it was a perfect roast.
So I ran down to carve the thing after letting it rest the requisite 10 minutes and I stabbed my hand. It is nice and deep little nick. Enough to be royally pissed about it... It hurts.
That is my blood soaked flesh colored bandage that now adorns my first finger.
Back to the post...
is going to be clean up week. Which in turns begins a vicious circle of catch up. I'm also on the verge of PMS (which is basically full PMS but in denial) and that ALL adds up to me being a really not nice person, as I try to always be.
And now of course... my bandaided finger. UGH!
Ciao. Don't miss me but it might be a couple of weeks til things lighten up.