hey girl, do your thing

Oh, y'all. I am about as wore out as a lady can get.

I got home yesterday from my HOBY adventures, only one foot in the grave (as opposed to two, let's find things to be thankful for) and ready to sleep for about 18 hours. Which I did. Today I think I'm only dangling a toe over the grave and preparing to back out completely, so I'm cautiously optimistic.

I have pictures to post and stories to spin of my outstanding week in Washington, but I have to get caught up on real work a little bit first. But I will leave you with this: at some point during my 18-hour sleep-fest yesterday, I dreamed that my family and I genetically engineered a small dog out of something that looked like brownie batter. We had to pour it in this mold and then leave it in saran wrap in the backyard. And apparently my mom had picked up the packet of mix on sale at Costco.

I told you I was sick. Let's blame that one on fever brain. Can we?


cheers,
elizabeth