enJOY it

I am not talking about that 70s music funk. I mean the funk where you feel a little Blah. And not in the Blaha way, but the blaaaaaaaaaah way. Like the "I’ve got the blues" way. You know, the funk.

Because yesterday I was in it. Like deep in it. Like put my head down on the kitchen island and cry to Mom way. Like refuse a trip to Michaels way. I know. Deep in it, folks.

But then.

I went to bed early. And woke up late-ish. And went to visit Dr. Crookshank who is taking over for Dr. Mullen on the Great American Make Elise’s Teeth Permanent Project. (Which is a whole nother post, for all you newbies to blogland. Perhaps tomorrow?) And Dr. Crookshank is just as confident and reassuring and able to put up with my jokes as Dr. Mullen was. So that is good.

And then I watched at least nine episodes of The Office. And, let us be honest, there is nothing as funny as Michael burning is foot in a George Foreman grill. Or Dwight getting a concussion. And then, when I decided to savor the last few episodes of my new favorite show, I watched Will Ferrell take on Pearl in what is for sure the best straight to web movie ever made and I am convinced with the correct marketing campaign could beat out Spiderman 3 for Largest Weekend Take Ever.

And then, as if my day was not exciting enough, I went to Katy’s graduation party. And between the good people, the good food and the good Corona Lights, everything seemed right again.

And that is the story of how I narrowly escaped day two of tears and missed trips to craft meccas.