After a weekend like mine there is very little you can say but "thank god it's Monday!"
skip over the crazies that seemed to be loud and proud everywhere I
went on the weekend – including outside my window banging and screaming
all night, every night, as I tried to fall asleep.
Let's skip over the strange fatigue weird moods that plagued us both all weekend.
skip straight to the point where my wallet was stolen as I sipped my
Shaken Iced Tea Lemonade at Albert Britnell Starbucks. Straight to the
point where I cancel my plans for the evening and rush home to cancel
my life and my identity… only to find that my phone line and internet
connect are down.
I'll skip the part where Starbucks staff told me this has been "happening here lately" without a hint of compassion or concern. I'll
skip the stress and annoyance that my phone and internet were out until
the next day at 12:30. Skip over the money it cost me to do all the
urgent cancellations using my cell phone. I'll even skip the the
annoying fact you often need your credit card number to cancel your
Let's just say, I'm happy the weekend is OVER.
Please tell me something lovely that happened on your weekend so I can live vicariously through yours? Please?