Bring out the party favors🥳

I am having a full blown pity party.

My husband was delivered home safely after two weeks away. Unfortunately, he was labeled Damaged Goods.

He is sick, exhausted and not fit for prime time.

Between my Covid adjacent, his business trip and now his Covid adjacent I feel as if I am on house arrest.

Believe me, in the scheme of things and the state of this country suffering from a vile Orange contamination, Republican philosophy of hating everything good that can benefit humanity, climate change and the upcoming NY Giants season featuring Danny Dimwit at quarterback, my pity party pales in comparison, but still my weekend sucked.

Weekend highlights were walking my doggie in extreme heat and humidity, cleaning, binge watching an overly melodramatic Season 4 of Virgin River, making endless cups of tea and collecting dirty tissues.

All mundane tasks were performed while Lesley Gore lamented life and I sang along to, It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To.

Hope you partayed to a more upbeat tune.

Update…ain’t love grand?!

My husband graciously shared his disease with me. I am really sick. Will I ever feel pert and ready to rumble,  again?!

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