Phone call at 4pm today: "We don't have your registration; you don't have a space in the Marathon and there is not a single space available, and no plane and no hotel...".
Most of you know my mouth! To say I held my tongue would be putting it mildly... except that the person who received my venom doesn't know that that was me being restrained. He's new to our team and just took over a few weeks ago and suffered my wrath, even at a minimal level. I know I can be very...vocal/ honest/ brutal/ unfiltered (perhaps my next tatt)! I actually felt badly that I slightly unleashed on him (he's awfully cute and seems like a great guy), and actually apologized (ok, pick up your chins off the floor), and so I stopped myself before I went full tilt!
Leaving work in about 15 minutes to have my first car bomb in about 10 months. I KNOW: I won't drive for a while. Who needs retail therapy when liquid therapy will work and is infinitely cheaper! Lucky I can't drink much!
Great weekend all! xo
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