Never fear, though. I am nothng if not a very plucky and, as it turns out, VAIN spinster, so the very idea of losing one's consciousness in public was enough to keep me upright.
(But I must've looked pretty silly taking a big gulp of my Starbucks, tossing back my little superhero capelet, and shouting "Onward!" in my very best Winston Churchill voice).
(You have to love a grocery with a Starbucks in it, right?)
I came home, got the groceries put away, painted my nails, and all of that and Housewives was about it for the night.
Yes, yes, I know that it's all about pacing myself and learning how to be a patient patient. I have to replace my usual "I am strong like bull" attitude with that of "May I have help with a, b, c please?" and I need to remember that all of this is only temprary.
I was trying to explain that to my Jersey boy yesterday on the phone. When you feel lousy...I mean really really really lousy and can't get out of bed for days at a time, you start to fret that this just might be your life from now on, and your mourn all off the stuff you wanted to do with yourself. Shifting into the mindset of "This too shall pass" can be a very hard thing to do, and if you combine it with other things happening in your life (see moi, circa 2016), you can REALLY fall down that rabbit hole.
So when I tell you all how much I appreciate you, please really really believe it, since there are absolutely days when your happy thoughts and wonderful presence in my life are the freight train that's carrying me through the muck and fog of war.
Too many metaphors there.
But you know what I mean.
Miss Brandi is going to tame the squirrel on top of my head and then Miss Leslye is going to fix what's inside. I'm thinking of going with a shoulder-length, sassy, fun little bob type thing, but I will put my ample heiney in the chair and let the professionals do their thing. As long as it's easy to ignore every morning when I put on my sweatpants and can be pulled off my face...I'm good.
Back to our regularly scheduled programming soon, I promise. (My goodness...Betty must be having an absolute fit with all of this non-stitchy gabbing!)