The Only Reason I Haven't Posted Lately...

... is that I'm so furious I don't want to write anything that I will later regret when I find out the bathroom guys read it and then rubbed my toothbrush on their junk while my husband and I were at work. 

Actually I don't honestly think that will happen since my 4 readers don't include the bathroom guys.  But it could happen and, because of that, I'll keep my mouth shut until this job is finished.  Which is now scheduled to be Friday.  Not, of course, the Friday that just passed - which was the original completion date.  Rather, next Friday which is the newly estimated completion date and most likely just as bogus as the original one. 

So I will stick to safer topics, such as - I spent the better half of this morning concurrently fighting a hangover and dusting my house.   The hangover was due mostly to the copious amount of vodka I consumed at our work Christmas party last night.  Combining the vodka with juice, water, and fruit doesn't make it any less dangerous - hence the strange display of unskilled country line dancing and even worse misguided experimentation with getting crunk on the dance floor.    I'm actually not even sure if that's the right term, but that's what it felt like at the time.    Then I came home and ate an entire bag of salt and vinegar chips before passing out and waking up this morning with terrible stomach pains - I can't imagine why.  Despite the side effects of being so much fun, I had a blast last night with my work peeps.  I'm lucky to work at a place where you can let your hair down - our Christmas parties are never the sort of stuck-up, stuffy affairs where everyone is just sitting around trying to impress each other.  Unless of course my dancing skills impressed anyone.  In which case, it was totally on purpose.   

Luckily I have the sort of wonderful husband who can predict my morning-after misery and woke up early to make me coffee, eggs, toast, and bacon.  The real bacon, not the turkey bacon we've been trying to get used to choking down lately.    I suspect, though, that the problem with the turkey bacon is the chef (usually me) not understanding how to cook it differently than regular bacon.  I digress.  The food did wonders and then I spent the rest of the morning wiping off the 2-inch-thick layer of construction dust covering every inch of my house.  I'll spend the rest of the afternoon vegging out until it's time to go out and do the partying thing again tonight - except this time I'll probably stick to wine.    And I'll probably buy a bunch of extra toothbrushes too.  Just in case.