SassyBlonde

Broken toe, broken machine, broken plans.

I've been incommunicado because I've been endeavoring to make the most of the rest of my vacation week this week, which includes cleaning the house from top to bottom, practicing, and finishing the alterations on Red's bridesmaid dress for next week. Weeelll... let's just say that got right on the road to ruin yesterday when I broke my toe. Yup, broke it. 97 percent sure. After all, it's about 12 different colors and taped to my other toes, and no relief in sight until Tuesday at the earliest.

So I'm here popping Advil and swapping bags of frozen peas, working on Red's dress, when the tension knob on my lovely old machine pops off and lands in my lap. Fuck. The dress has to be done my Wednesday night. Fuck.

I seriously hope that wrong doesn't come in threes or I'm going to completely lose my mind, as we're at this very moment smoking some lovely pork for an itty bitty barbecue tomorrow. No pre-party fouls, please. I've had enough. Now I'm going to go and light a candle to whatever powers that be control little personal disasters and then pile on the frozen peas. Feh.