I have not evaporated into oblivion Hell.
It's just been batshit craziness in LauraBelle Land.
Thanksgiving was beyond words and when I do find something to describe it with I will share with y'all. Because I know you're just sitting on the edge of your rolly chairs waiting to hear about my psychopants life.
Let me just say there are things like Shithouse Wine and taking a 4 wheeler to the casino. And booze. And guns. And excavators. Normal. Well, and turkey and tators and stuffing and pie and all that.
And I became a sweat shop Mexican breakfast burrito maker person, but doing it in a room the size of a outhouse, all for my amazing, handsome, goingtobuymeprettyshinyexpensivethings husband. Because I am wife of the year. Where's my damn trophy?
Then some demon entered my body and made me pray to the Gods for a stomach transplant. For like 3 days.
I will not admit to the flu.
It was demons.
Straight up demons.
(Demons Bonus: I did lose all the weight I gained from eating every high caloric food within reach, for 3 straight days, courtesy of Thanksgiving.)
I promise to elaborate.
Just keep your panties on.