I Need A Buffer Day

Well, I’m baaaccckk!

It was a wonderfully relaxing vacation; we napped, we ate, and we drank; we exercised everyday, and we soaked up as much sun as we could. And then we ate and drank some more… And we stretched our wonderfully relaxing vacation out to the very last second. Literally. For me anyway. Hubs had an extra day off, but not me. We actually pulled into our driveway eight and a half hours before I had to be at work.

Which really is better. Or so I thought.

Because if I got home the day before, then I’d have to do laundry, and dread going back to work for hours and hours. And nope. Not for me. I decided to pull that Band-aide off, fast. Yo. I just stumbled from the car, into the house half asleep (Hubs drove), plopped on my bed, and woke up bitching at my alarm clock, foraging through suitcases full of wet bathing suits, stray shoes, duty-free liquor bottles, spilled shampoo, and dirty clothes (we drunk-packed) to find a bra; then realized we didn’t have any cream for my coffee (NIGHTMARE), or actually ANY food in the house, courtesy of the seventeen-year-old human goat we left at home; ran out the door, LATE (or not late, who changed the f&%king time?) in short-sleeves, sandals, capris, and wet hair… only to discover that it’s FORTY DEGREES here. At home. And I’m still sunburned. Yeah. Pull that Band-aide off fast. Go ahead dumb-ass.

So I’m hoooommmee. And I’m so freaking relaxed; I’m planning my next vacation. Right. Now.



One comment on “I Need A Buffer Day

  1. bensbitterblog
    November 14, 2013 at November 14, 2013 #

    I do as much as I can to not prepare for work.

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