No, I am not talking about the aches in my gluteus maximus and my right calf from two hours of mulching on Sunday.
Nor am I talking about trying to explain to a collections representative that a guardianship is more powerful than a mere power of attorney.
I'm certainly not talking about anything to do with Mr. Potato Dick.
I'm not even talking about the soul-searing anguish of discovering that I've put a hole in the heel of my neon-kitty socks.
No, I'm talking about the tortures of the damned. I have to sit here at work for another gross of minutes (yes, exactly 144 minutes) while at home, on my doorstop, is my LUSH order. It's sitting on my doorstep, lonely and waiting for me to come home, open it, sniff everything, sort all of my new stuff into the appropriate hidey-holes around the house, sigh longingly over the items I'm giving as gifts, and then, finally, take a bath with it!
This day will NEVER be over and I will NEVER get home to my Lush. *sob*
Okay, I managed to kill 4 minutes by blogging. I still want my Lush.
It sounds more like a native Florida bug. :p
ReplyDeletewell, by now you must have your lush! why is there no ecstatic posting of the content reveals?!?
ReplyDeletethe word I must enter is "oeiyrl"... sounds like the name of some character in a fantasy novel
Jay, there was no ecstatic posting because I had to take my bath, wrap Christmas presents to send to Texas and load them in the car, and then I just wrote a quick review for the Lush site (and Tank hiccuped and posted it twice).
ReplyDeleteThe one I chose was INCREDIBLE. It was red and glittery and carnationy, with huge clouds of bubbles. Very happy Jammies.
And yes, all the Illinois cooties were gone. :D
Rob, only you would know how to pronounce that. *giggle*
And my word of the day is 'xtwszxo,' for which I can't think up a single clever explanation.