Reports of My Demise Were Grossly Exaggerated

Sorry for the very dramatic exit stage right the other day -- I can only say that I'm a drama queen, and I was just hatin' life at that particular moment. I didn't mean to spook anyone, I just needed a few days away to calm down and try and get my crap together. It turns out that Karyn was right on the money: I did *not* get my life totally sorted, but at least I didn't go completely postal, either.

I had several bad things happening all at once: major fight with child, another bodily injury that all the websites claim is widely known to happen more often to "fatties" (a comment which did NOT make the idea any more palatable); annoying stuff at school; and yet more Girl Scout troop woes. I won't subject you all to the gory details, however. I like you all too much.

I did, however, get a telephone call from my lovely twin, CCW, which brightened my day considerably. She had worried that I was so distraught that I'd thrown myself off of a cliff or something. She was calling to make sure I was okay. I assured her that I was, mainly because while my city is by the sea, we're flat-landers, and we have no cliffs.

I do want to say a big Thank you! to all my wonderful readers for their supportive comments. It really did help to see all of your well-wishes and good thoughts heading my way. I will promise in the future to act like a big girl and not a petulant three-year-old. I may not succeed, but I'll try.