Rih Rih is my B B

After a restless night last night¹, my Thursday started out with a shitload of Diet Coke and even more dry shampoo (what’s the next step up from a shitload?)

From there, it led into a seemingly endless morning, where I actually pondered whether I had taken the final dose of the Zithromax I’m taking for a never-ending cold, or the first of the Xanax I’ve recently been prescribed for turbulent flights (and maybe a few turbulent nights?).

Fast forward to getting home from work, when I dropped a boneless, skinless chicken breast on the floor- but not before I (briefly) caught it in between my pant leg and the front panel of my dishwasher. #SkidMarks

So, ya know what? Now I’m eating a brownie and drinking rosé in my bed.

And in the words of our dear Rihanna, cheers to the freakin’ weekend.

May our nights be filled with dreams of fully-stocked vacation suitcases, and our days with appropriate prescriptions and foodless floors.

-Bev

¹I dreamt I was on a road trip in Florida and forgot my ENTIRE suitcase at my aunt Polly and uncle Bob’s house in Mayberry- if you know me well, you know this is essentially my worst nightmare. I can’t bear the thought of not having the right makeup brush, or forgetting a necklace for an outfit, so forgetting my whole bag just had me in an absolute fit for about eight hours.