bride for brains
My mind is like a busted sieve lately. Everything and anything that isn't written down or lying in the middle of my living room floor simply doesn't exist.
The only exception to this rule happens in the wee hours of the night while I'm attempting to sleep. In those moments, the tiniest nuances of everything I need to do come flooding back with alarming clarity. Chairs kept me up until about 2 AM last night. That's just not healthy.
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Also, I would bet my life that your chairs will be stunning. No worries.
And the chairs don't arrive in time, silly. They look great once they get there, but by then everyone is exhausted from standing and stages a coup. :0P
Don't worry... I am on my way to my happy place. Sugar scrub, facial, and body butter massage in T-minus 76 minutes!
*Please note that I orginally mistyped 'body butter' as 'body buddy' massage, which just sounds WRONG.