Jebus, what a… what is it, when it’s 2 weeks? A fortnight? Well, if it is, I have had a crazy fortnight. Whirlwind days and nights, kids.
First - I went to Vegas. I stayed in a mildly fancy hotel, took bubble baths and ate fried oreos and twinkies. Thumbs up on the oreo, thumbs down on the twinkie. Also, thumbs up on the boy. Way to make a weekend, Getchell.
Got back and rocked the Dr. Sketchy’s - our most packed house ever, and by the end of the night I was seriously plotting how to steal Rita’s AMAZING costumes:

Seriously people - I could ROCK this outfit. Ok, maybe not at the grocery store, but still - RAWK!
So, this past week saw me in the hospital TWICE - once for a UTI, the other because I got rammed in my car by a crazy old lady going 45mph. I have no idea how bad off my poor car Lala is, but I do know that according to the hospital people, I do not have a broken neck - just a sprained shoulder. But now my lower back is hurting, so… man I hope crazy old speedy lady has insurance.
Two days on my back, drugged out of my mind on the DeFraction’s couch. Not so terrible, except I felt in the way, with all the family coming and going. But Kelly Sue got me back, because she dosed me! NO FAIR SLIPPING ME DRUGS!
So between the actual vacation and the enforced vacation, I am now feeling guilty about work time lost on CARRIER, and fretting about bills and what-have-you. Back to work. Always with the work. Yet, rarely with the money…