It has been one of those weeks. The kind where Monday morning kicks off with a mystery leak in the kitchen. So you call the handyman and before you know it he is working on the dishwasher problem when the fumigator shows up, a client calls, there are 5 billion urgent e-mails waiting for a reply and your crock pot granola burns.
So you take a deep breath buckle down and work through the never ending to do list. Then when 6:30 rolls around you log off you immediately order pizza and begin inhaling chocolate. Yup, that kind of week.
But today is Thursday and today the Mister is taking me to see Sherlock Holmes. I've been promised popcorn but forbidden to order nachos. It is for my own good since movie nachos are a nasty creation that I suspect are laced with crack. Why else would I order them time after time when I know they make me sick?
And that my dear pals is all I have to report since I must get back to work. You know that thing that puts a roof over my head, food in my mouth and shoes on my feet but interferes with internet surfing and e-bay shopping.