I can barely breathe. I want to cry. I can’t believe I could do something so stupid!
I had a very hectic day at work. I came home and worked out (aka MHS made me do really heavy manual labor) building sweat equity in our home while Daughter #2 made dinner. After dinner, I sat down to write Part 3 of The Story of US. Once completed, I did my final edits and was clicking back and forth to do the linking when I escaped from my writer without saving.
A beautifully written *cough, cough* very long story of how our romance developed thru our high school years. You would have loved it. It would have warmed the cockles of your heart. (What are cockles, anyway?)
Please excuse me while I go off into a closet to scream really bad words. Where is my damn gun?
Please leave comments offering sympathy……….and tea……and vodka……..and chocolate…………and toast……..and a new kitchen. That would make me feel better.