So bring us a Figgy pudding
Jan. 30th, 2011 10:50 amSo I survived FIG. It was lots of fun really, but I'm so tired my eyes keep tearing up. I'm trying to make it till after lunch to take a nap so I don't completely screw up the day. But every time I stop concentrating really hard the tears just start streaming down my face. Am I weird or what? I always have this post event let down where I feel blue because the fun's over. I come home and I didn't have a day off to do the cleaning, the dishes have piled up (Rob will walk through fire to avoid the dishes, but he does laundry so I can't complain THAT much). The mere thought of hauling the suitcase out of the car to unpack and return tomorrow makes me want to curl up in a ball.
This makes it sound like I didn't enjoy FIG. It was a lot of fun. Bob is a hoot to be around, and I genuinely enjoy meeting our customers and sharing what little knowledge rattles around in the brain. But two days of walking on very icy uneven paths, carrying in product, loading the van and eating like crap means that I'm incredibly sore, tired, and waterlogged. I'm too young to feel this deep ache in all my knees, hips, and of course if you could just cut my hands off I'd really appreciate it.
I'll write a happy write up of FIG later and share all the wonderful tales. How I got stuck in a girdle because I listed to Bob, the dance, and all the other fun things I can't think of right now.
But for the moment, I think I'll curl back up in my crying ball. Someone wake me on Thursday. And while your here could you do some dishes?
This makes it sound like I didn't enjoy FIG. It was a lot of fun. Bob is a hoot to be around, and I genuinely enjoy meeting our customers and sharing what little knowledge rattles around in the brain. But two days of walking on very icy uneven paths, carrying in product, loading the van and eating like crap means that I'm incredibly sore, tired, and waterlogged. I'm too young to feel this deep ache in all my knees, hips, and of course if you could just cut my hands off I'd really appreciate it.
I'll write a happy write up of FIG later and share all the wonderful tales. How I got stuck in a girdle because I listed to Bob, the dance, and all the other fun things I can't think of right now.
But for the moment, I think I'll curl back up in my crying ball. Someone wake me on Thursday. And while your here could you do some dishes?