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I had a busy week at work. You might think, well yeah, busy week at work, sure, but surely you could spare 5 minutes for a blog post. But you guys, I could not. I had not five minutes. Perhaps I’ll make up for it right now by writing a week’s worth of posts in one megapost.

This week was CRAZY at work. I work in a corporate office kind of job, so it’s not the kind of job where if I miss a day people DIE. It just feels like that! But it is the kind of job that is very task and deadline oriented, both for legal reasons and to make clients happy, and sometimes there is a perfect storm of tasks and deadlines. On Wednesday morning, someone who I am supporting on a project actually called me and said, “Um, how are you going to get all of this done by the end of the day?” And I was like, is that a challenge I hear?? And I DID get it done by the end of the day. And only at the expense of my ability to sleep or maintain any kind of work-life balance. I also fear I may have suffered some kind of permanent computer monitor eye strain damage this week.

Ah, sleep. Sleep was not good this week. I have a really hard time shutting it down…logging off if you will…entering standby mode on the PC of life. Last night I had work dreams all night, the kind where you’re working in your sleep and you’re half awake and you keep waking up and wondering when the wretched night will be over.

Have I mentioned that I really like my job? I do! It was just a hell of a week.

I also had a job interview for a promotion I would be very excited to get. I have a decent shot at it, but it is not a sure thing by any means. My mom thinks it is, but that is to be expected as she is my mom. This is how that conversation goes:

Mom: How was your interview?

Me: It was ok, I could have done better.

Mom: I’m sure he loved you!

Me: Ok, well, a lot of people applied for it, so we’ll see.

Mom: Anyone would be crazy not to give it to you! You’re the specialest in the world!

Or something like that. Anyway, I’m trying not to get my hopes up too much so that if it doesn’t happen I won’t be all mopey and buy an Entenmann’s cake because that’s when you know I’m rock bottom. So…this one may not work out, but it’s worth a shot.

For me, working long hours, not eating as well as I should, not exercising, and not sleeping well are all closely related. One pretty much triggers all of the others and a general moodiness results. In short: I am a mess right now.

Then I came home tonight and realized, it’s Friday. Tomorrow afternoon I’m going to see my parents and their fluffy, fluffy dog. Then we’re going to a wedding where I’ll get to see some of my favorite friends and watch my happy friend Lisa get married. Then on Sunday, more family visit time and a christening for baby Caleb. And then to cap it all off, we’re going to MARKET BASKET, home of cheap produce. Have I mentioned oranges are now in season and are getting cheaper and more delicious by the day?

When I imagine heaven, it’s just you guys, my old dog Nikki, new episodes of Gilmore Girls, and these everywhere:

Except that these are sliced wrong; see previous post for the right way.

Lately I’ve been having to work late a lot and M. has been getting home at night before me, so he parks in the street so I can pull into the driveway first, since he leaves first in the morning. Since the SNOW DANGER EMERGENCY street parking ban is now in effect, when I get home I then pull his car into the driveway behind mine. M. drives a very unflashy, unstylish used car and doesn’t really care. This is something I generally like about him. He doesn’t care about material things and would rather just not have a car payment than drive a cooler but less practical car. He doesn’t have a lot of vanity around his possessions. His car also tends to be a depository for his soccer gear, the bottles of the gallons of liquids he drinks each day, and the wrappings of the meals he consumes while driving to work. In general, he tries to clean out the car every so often, but this week he was a little sick and not feeling too great. Anyway, one day I went over to his car so I could pull it into the driveway, and found:

It had just descended into total abandon. The driver’s seat was a trash receptacle. It smelled like cough drops and dirtiness. It was the longest car ride of my life (all 20 seconds of it).

Anyway…by tonight he was feeling better but we were both kind of wiped and he ended up going out to pick up this:

Yeah, we did it. It’s a bruschetta pizza. You might be wondering what the brown stuff on it is. We’re actually not sure. Yummers though.

He also knew that I had run out of oranges so he stopped off for these:

Pretty sure he loves me.

These are all iphone pictures, I apologize, but have I mentioned DO NOT GET A KODAK, or if you do you only have yourself to blame for the photographic agony that will soon follow.

OH also — a package had come which M. told me was one of my Christmas gifts, but he wanted to give it to me early because it would be useful now. So I happily opened the box and to my surprise it was a SLANKET. A SLANKET.The conversation:

Me: It’s a Snuggie!?

M.: No, it’s a Slanket.

Me: What’s the difference between a Slanket and a Snuggie?

M.: QUALITY.

You guys. I kind of knew about Snuggies and that people joked about them because they’re sort of dorky and all, and I hadn’t actually thought about getting one. But then I put it on…and the whole world slowed down and melted into one big fleecy embrace. The Slanket is PERFECT for me. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.

Yes, the Slanket does add 25 pounds, ok??

And finally, best laugh of Modern Family:

“I will throw her in the ocean.”