“Insert Inspirational Quote” ~ attributed to the incorrect individual, and entirely out of context.

Isn’t life grand, isn’t life glorious? Doesn’t all this chaos make you just want to stand up, stretch, touch grass, and smell some pretty flowers. It’s currently snowing and zero degrees Celsius here, but you catch my drift. There is no order in the chaos, it is a bitter illusion. So you might as well fail fast doing things exactly how you want them, so that you can live with the aftermath, rather than dying on the vine because a committee diluted your idea down to completely transparent, and killed the project anyway. Even with all of their “helpful notes” incorporated. Pssh. Forget that. Flame out on your own merits, or lack thereof. Die trying. It’s a way of life.

I’m not sure how many cliches I hit back there, but it felt like at least a few. Possibly a handful. Would you say it was a plethora? No? Then there’s no need to rape ze horses. That’s a tiny little Three Amigos reference for you. Clutch, or Fetch as they say.

So here it is — Friday. The big day. The big deal. The one last bastion left holding the door closed on the weekend. At least until five pm hits and then the flood gates open and the beers begin to flow like the salmon of Capistrano. I like it. I like it a lot!

It has been a trying week with both kids sick with a matching set of coughs, and colds. It’s a bit gooey around here. I should have invested in Kleenex before I had kids, would have made 3%. Oh well, it was the friends we made along the way the whole time. The whole time!?! Oh! I’m melting like a snow cone in Phoenix. It was a drive by fruiting. Stew? Sounds more like a thick soup.

I could go on. I spent the vast majority of my youth communicating in movie references, and silly quotes. I have them all neatly stacked away ready to pull at a moment’s notice. But being in my mid forties my references go over the heads of many. Too bad. It was a riot when I was eighteen.

I have found out that I missed the season to offload all of our winter sports gear, and now need to stow it until October when the Care & Share groups would gladly take it in and resell it. Almost made it! I don’t need items that my kids have both grown out of, and that my youngest niece has no interest in. The Purge almost got underway. So close! I snatched defeat out of the hands of victory once again. Go team!

Have a lovely weekend all. Ciao Bella!