Casting Lots

Guess I am a gambling woman!  I decided to accept the contracting position.  We'll see if it works out.  I have to believe in myself, and that's not the easiest thing in the world for me to do. 

The kid is safely home from school, it's past 1:00 p.m. in the afternoon, I don't have to drive anywhere, so I say let the festivities begin.

Wish you were here to drink a glass of Windex with me...blue raspberry martinis, God's answer to twenty months of being told I was a problematic employee. Twenty months of emotional torture.  No more getting sick in the parking lot.  No more crying in the stairwells.  No more.

Am still waiting for that helluva good kiss, Santa.  I'll probably die waiting for it, but c'mon, if there's one trick left in your bag, please send one to me now--the me as I am now.  And you know why I'm saying this Santa, so I would appreciate the help.

It is the season of miracles, after all!