I keep having George Banks moments. I haven't stolen hot dog buns yet, but I continually have to tell myself "it's cool, this is not the end of the world" with recent customer service snafus (this is one recently...the bridal shop lost my fabric from alterations and made me wait 30 minutes before telling me they didn't have it and couldn't find it...this was after telling me that their mother would know where it is, but that she was on a trip in Tahoe because she was going cuckoo from menopause--TMI! TMI! TMI!...don't worry, they found it, I was just already 20 minutes away on the freeway when they did.)
I'm just tired.
How are you all doing?