i am alive, just barely.

last week, i had a quick overnight trip to st. george. i drove down with my boss, had dinner with my friend kate - chatting late into the night, attended an expo the next day where i spilled the same schpeel about my favorite road 158 times, and then drove back. 3 miles away from my house, i realized {for a really complicated reason} i didn't have a key to my house nor the garage door clicker. 

i was locked out.

at 10:30 at night, bestie jen bailed me out and gave me her key. while sitting in her driveway in a too-big-for-me suburban rental, she said, "ARE YOU SO EXCITED ABOUT TOMORROW!?"

i thought about it for a sec, came up empty minded and asked, "what's tomorrow?"

"tomorrow" was the day i was leaving for a week long vacation in san diego.... including a day at disneyland, a day at balboa island, and a few days at home with my childhood favorites and brothers and their babies. 

i should have had that on my mind.

somewhere between the really crappy midnight packing job and the layover in vegas, my bod got the memo to slow down - strickening itself with a sore throat, drippy nose, and sneezes like never before. by saturday night, i was balled up on the couch of the {now grown} little girls i babysat 15 years ago. talk about a reversal of roles! they were pushing drugs down my throat and supplying me my own roll of toilet paper {after having used all their kleenex}.

and now i'm back to reality with a to-do list that's going to start with the dishes i left to sit in the sink all through my week away. what a slob.

in all seriousness, i need an organizer to help make my life/house functional. in all the away time and the hustle and bustle, the projects and the piles have accumulated to critical mass. who's up for a saturday of fun? i'll take you to any restaurant, buy you anything on the menu.... and then one more to go. just give me a few hours of your precious saturday. pretty please.