On top of the pure agony of our Buddy leaving, everything seems hard. The tippage continued today--literally. On the way to work I spilled an entire bottle of Crystal Light Sunrise into my gazillion dollar Coach purse. I stood in the parking lot and wept--again. What a mess. I ran up to my office and dumped the whole puddled mess out onto the floor. Wallet soaked, checkbook soaked, stack of critical but disorganized receipts soaked. ARGHHHHHH.
Then, to top things off, at my nutritionist appointment today she looked at me quizzically and asked "Do you still get a period?" WHAT? How old do I look? You have to be kidding me.
Tippage.
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