1) Martinis with girlfriends. Straight up, gin, with three olives. Notice the plural; it's important.
2) Drunken shrimp and mashed potatoes (the best comfort food ever -- the potatoes, I mean).
3) A pint of Chocolate Therapy, hand-packed, courtesy of Ben & Jerry's.
3) 30 or so minutes in the hot tub.
4) 30 or so minutes cussing at TimeWarner trying to figure out why your cable doesn't work. (Someday, you may find here a diatribe about the city's curse/blessing of choosing one cable provider for everyone. Sorry little SOBs. Guess you can figure how that post is going to read, huh?)
5) Some duck time - or the much better alternative, if you're so lucky.
(That might work this time. And it might not. I've already got 1, 2, and 4, done. We'll see if 3 and 5 finish the problem.)
*&^% !$@, screw-up fairy. Go away. I don't want you near me anymore, at all, ever.
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see below concerning alternatives for #5...
just over a week from today, if things go as planned, we will be ushered to a lovely island by a lovely man with a foreign accent where he and his closest friends will pry away all thought of the past with tropical drinks. oh yes, he will wear as little as you would like him to...
:) Te he.
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