For those of you wondering why Sunday is throwing up, fear not. Sunday Regurgitation occurs every Sunday, when I link to a prior post of mine, because I am trapped under something heavy and am unable to write anything original or riveting. Hopefully someone will notice I’m missing, remove whatever is suffocating me and I’ll be back to normal by tomorrow. But just in case this doesn’t happen, think of me fondly.
We decided to be spontaneous and go to New York City for a couple of days this coming week.
I am currently drowning in laundry, stopping every so often to lapse into anaphylactic shock. Did I mention I am severely allergic to anything falling within a twenty mile radius of spontaneity?
If the anaphylaxis doesn’t kill me, the imminent myocardial infarction surely will. And if you’re wondering about the quickest way to induce a heart attack? I highly recommend having your driver’s license expire on your birthday three days prior and discovering that your new license won’t arrive in time for your flight, leaving you with no means of identification and hence, a potential airport security strip search and an all-expenses paid ticket onto the Terror Watch List nearest you. IT WORKS AWESOME.
So this post is going to be a quickie, so that I can finish my laundry and drop dead with clean undies.
Everybody deserves at least one quickie and to drop dead with clean undies, don’t you think?
I leave you with my post about the Vacation Fairy from last summer.
I hope my Vacation Fairy gets here soon.
And I hope she remembered her EpiPen.
And her defibrillator.