September 17, 2012
Mondays are bad enough without starting the day with a pile on of stuff to do. The client finally signed the contract, now it is go, go, go, go, go so that we can all meet on Friday. Great. And wedding stuff has been piling up that has to be taken care of, like shoes, she hasnít found shoes that look right. Mentally, she blames it on that laundry that was still in the dryer after dinner last night. She might as well consign the whole week to the dump, she mutters to herself, it bloody well feels like retrograde.