Traveling Circus

So if you follow my updates on Facebook, you read last night that my weekend was one for the history books. It certainly was…

And I wanted to tell you, I really did… but you know how you hash, rehash, and then keep hashing the same story over and over until you’re absolutely sick to death of it? Yep, that is where I am.

Plus, I was knee-deep in the throes of the weekend drama, so you can imagine that I’m more than a tad exhausted.

So I am going to spare you the details, only because I cannot muster the strength to hash it out again. Maybe down the line I will step away from it all, feel rejuvinated and be able to attack it. Until then, you’ll just have to wait.

Don’t worry, there’s not much chance I’ll forget what happened.

Just remind me to tell you the story about the hand cream and soap that turned the world on its ear at the Four Seasons and I’ll remember. Trust me. Unforgettable. Ridiculous. And yes, very real.

I’m telling you something: that Law of Attraction stuff is real. I am living proof. The absolutely-weirdest-mind blowing-and ridiculous stuff happens to me. Follows me around. It is almost as if I have this traveling circus nipping at my heels. Always there, and if not in complete sight, always right around the corner…

God only knows what might happen next!!?!