If you are unaware of boxville's mayor, please see the previous post.
Having waxed on so poetically as to how I was going to hold it together and refrain from ripping a new hole, I held myself to it whilst cursing myself all the way but couldn't help fearing the buzzkill of it all would linger like a dark cloud over the weekend.
Once the clock struck 3 it seemed only fair to let my employees go home a little early after a tough week. Seeing as I'm my only employee it was even more delightful. With oodles of free time and Cinco de Mayo on the horizon, I took it to the streets to scour antique shops in questionable neighborhoods I had only heard about in rap songs.
I was in full-scale 'cannot be in my office for one more second or I will lose it' mode, as evidenced by this photo:
Here we've got some blur, some positive thinking as manifested on the shirt (fake it til you make it),
a fringe bag for protection, the magic shoes and a whack pose for good measure.
Once inside I left all those worries behind upon spotting the above. GOLD CATS.
Not to be mistaken for the golden calf.
And, um, yeah. New roommate.
I could go on but I'll stop here. I mean how could I even top it? Not possible.
Before I knew it, it was time to head home aka back to the work space. The one downfall of working at home is it's hard to leave a less than stellar day behind, so let's just say I was not in the mood. Once there I dialed everyone and their mother to see who wanted chips and salsa so I could, you know, continue running away from home. What? No one??
Around that time I began feeling sorry for myself until I turned on The Young and the Restless and realized Victor Newman has waaaaaaaaay fewer friends than me. *Bright side.* Suddenly my phone buzzed with an email from Claire. Claire who is from the Bay area and has been a blog friend for the past two years even though we've never met face to face. Claire was in my neighborhood, on a girls trip and on her way to none other than The Corner with a bunch of other bloggers + friend? VICTORY IS OURS.
See what I mean about fake it 'til you make it? Examine the evidence:
The incomparable Claire!
After all these years I guess I could have hauled out a comb?
We've got peeps from SF, the UK and Canada all right here. Loves it!
