*So I started this post like a million years ago, but Typepad's new version is just sooooo SLLLOOOOOWWWWW, and it is literally driving me MAD.
And as we all know: that is NOT a long trip.
Because I know you sweet, sweet dears are just sitting around wondering what in the H-E-double hockey sticks is happening around here (har har), here is a half-finished post that I will complete once this damn conversion has taken place and I can actually type more than 1 letter every three or four minutes!!
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It easily could have gone either way.
Either I was going to start feeling better…
Or I was headed for a custom-fitted, kicky little (very TIGHT) strappy white jacket. (If you know what I mean and Ithinkthatyoudo.)
Thankfully, I am feeling better. P to the HEW.
I have a long way to go, but each day I notice I'm not quite as anxious and things don't seem as overwhelming and end-of-the-worldy.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still several Ritz short of a box of crackers, but I'm better.
It couldn't have come at a better time because since we started the babies on solid foods a couple of weeks ago their schedule has been in total flux, and the idea of any change was SO hard for me to tackle I literally would have had a major meltdown – or TWENTY - if we had started a new schedule a few weeks ago.
So needless to say, I heart Lexapro. I want to send it a note after gym class, asking if it wants to be my date for the upcoming Sadie Hawkins dance, THAT'S how much I love it.
In other news, I had a reading from a psychic last weekend.
(Because that's what we do in California, THAT'S WHY.)
It was at the same woman's house as http://mydearwatson.typepad.com/my_dear_watson/2007/01/index.htm
[Dear Typepad: In general I love you, but today you are creating such major SUCKITUDE it's not even funny. For some reason links appear like this, see above full URL instead of some clever wording I'm sure I would have somehow come up with. What is your damage Typepad, WHAT IS YOUR DAMAGE???]
She had a very strong Australian accent and it took me a few minutes to get the hang of it.
"I see your major problem is nuhves," she said after looking at my outstretched palm.
"Nuhves?" I asked. Was that bad?? I wondered. That's ALL I need, NUVHES! So THIS was my prob — wait, WHAT did she say?
"Nuhves! N-E-R-V-E-S!" She added helpfully.
"Oh, yes! That is my problem," I confirmed for her.
And even though nuhves continue to be one of my issues, I am doing better. And we're off tomorrow night to the same party we went to this time last year: A screening of the new Pix.ar movie followed by a black tie party in San Francisco.
Thankfully, I am somewhat smaller and a lot less furry this time around.
At least I got THAT goin' for me.
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