This is your official invitation to the pity-party I’m having, right here and right now!
I’m home again after another sixteen day stay in hospital. That makes four long stays in Hospital this year. I’m pleased to be home again. I’ve been scrambling around my head trying to find a way to ease myself back into my online world. I’ve been absent (Again) for a few weeks, and yesterday I discovered myself settling into self-pity mode. That’s never a good look. So I decided to just throw a pity-party and get myself the hell over it. Groan. So let’s get this party started.
Cue intro music, “Another one Bites The Dust,” by Queen and drape the party-scene in colors of purple and blue.
Menu; Serve Cold. Smörgåsbord
Pity Pork Pie.
The Coldest Cuts possible.
Helpless Hash Browns.
A We all know what realy happened to ‘Caesar’ Salad and a platter of Overwhelmed Artichokes.
Depressed Dijon Mustard.
Bar service: Help yourself to your favorite poison, if you’ll pardon the expression.
Party-games. You already know this isn’t gonna be pretty.
Russian Roulette The old fashioned way. (I warned you)
Blend all the above, and place 911 on auto-redial.
I’m working on my way out of a downward mood spiral, my friends, but it may take a little while longer this time around. Meanwhile I’ll start searching for things I can laugh at, and maybe laughing at myself is a good place to start.
In the interim please send a virtual kick in the butt in my direction.
Thank you all for making the time to stop by.
I’ll be catching up with you all over the next few days.