All work and no play....

....Makes me a real pain in the neck. I've been in drill-sergeant mode for soooo long that I almost forgot how to be chill and human. This week has been crazy for more reasons than I have time or energy to write about, leading me to ask a friend..."Is it a full moon or something?" Turns out, it WAS a full moon. I don't usually give much credence to what stage the moon is in, but there really seems to be something about full moon time in February that makes one want to scream for the sheer release it brings.

Sooooo anywhooo....I confess that I spent about an hour playing with blog templates from this website yesterday. I didn't decide on any of them, because I couldn't seem to marry a blog template with a blog header that I liked. It's imperative that I have a butterfly, I think, somewhere on the page...and yet...all that messing around was a little bit therapeutic. Ya know what else is nice? Thrift store shopping. Even when you only spend 50 cents. Because you can buy something like this: Which led me to quip..."It all depends on what's in the mug."

Even better than blog templates and thrift store shopping? That would be when your hubby decides to take serious action against your angsty, crinkled forehead and runs to McDonalds at 10 p.m. for a double cheeseburger, which he serves to you with a glass of wine. He's a good, good man.