Wait… I’m already crazy.
I have a lot of stuff to do. It’s sort of the usual holiday season times twenty.
Baking. Cards. Wine. Edits. Proofing. A very special ARC to review. A blog tour thingy. My dad. My kids. Hubby’s birthday 12/12/12 – good fortune or the approaching end of the world according to the Mayan calendar? Rainageddon is coming – so my planned drive back up to Oregon will have to wait until I’ve turned into a real masochist like Anastasia Steele, cuz maybe then I’ll be all hot for flying trees and flipping semi-trucks.
So my Nazi aesthetician was scraping my skin off today (damn, maybe I am Anastasia Steele!) – she plays music while she’s torturing me – and this song came on. My brain did a double take. It wasn’t the kind of soothing song one expects to accompany a skin-scraping. Bad idea to laugh when your epidermis is being removed~