Well hello ladies. Miss me?

Blech.

This week has been a killer. I ended up catering that holiday party last Saturday and it was one of the longest days I have had in quite some time. Literally like a 16 hour day.

Did I mention it was an Irish function?

There were two priests present, one of which stood at the end of the counter and watched (cross-eyed and red in the face) as I mashed potatoes and performed other jiggle-inducing tasks for three hours straight.

The kitchen was open, so people could come and go.  I had a few fans that evening who lingered around my station and shouted out incoherent (probably profane) words to me as I prepared the food. I think it may have something to do with the fact that I was wearing a very thin, slightly transparent, shirt, and a bra which was cut in such a way that every time I “mashed” or “chopped” or made any sort of abrupt move, my nipples would pop out and become nearly visible through my shirt. I was aware of this slip and could have put my sweater back on, but the people priests were enjoying it far too much. And then there was the “heavy cream” incident which left me with viscous white liquid running down my arm and splattered across my chest ( a moment best viewed, and remembered,  in slow motion).

All in all it was a very nice party. The house was LOVELY, the people and priests were lovely and fun… the night ended with a few shots of some whiskey and around 2:30am I collapsed into bed and woke up 10 hours later almost unable to breathe. The sickest I’ve been in about 8 years.

The rest of the week was spent hacking, sneezing and blowing my nose. Not fun. I was going to start looking for more work but then I took a look at the calendar and it hit me that we are leaving in a little less than three months!! He spoke with his new boss in Germany and his start date is April 1,  how crazy is that?!

It should be a pretty straightforward move with the exception of the car. What a trip.

In other exciting news, nothing. I am still having pretty major withdrawal from my medication. I have been nauseous, unable to concentrate, sensitive to smell, and having those nasty head zaps. I’ve completely lost my only friend: Sweet Tooth. In fact, the thought of eating sugar makes me want to vomit. Also, my attitude sucks. I have NOT been pleasant to be or to be around. Just one more week and I should be back to normal. Riiiiight.

I don’t feel well. Something stinks. My head hurts. I Must go.

I am a lousy writer. It is not my fault. I’ve always had a problem with structure.

xox

C