Houseguest, houseguest, pitbull, drive to another state, rehearsal dinner, wedding, houseguest, birthday, houseguest. Let’s just say I haven’t gotten much editing done in the past few days. Also I’m exhausted. When I got home from [state redacted] the very idea of carrying a conversation with anyone made me want to vomit, there were three new people in the house, and someone had cooked dinner, so I couldn’t even slink away and carry on a conversation with the back of my eyelids.
I listened to everyone else talk, ate my weight in delicious food, silently cleared away the plates and started the dishes, and then cooed meaninglessly at the pitbull, who was trying her level best to kiss my face off. I told the one person who I hadn’t met before that I was usually slightly more animated than your average zombie, just not today.
Now I hardly have the energy to blabber through a blog post. DP has had to check my pulse at least three times today to make sure I am sill alive. I may never talk again. How was your weekend?