Schooled

So, I got schooled yesterday by a very tall friend who said . . . if I write a blog post that says I am "taking a break" I can't expect my readers to come round to see what I've written.

I buy it . . . so . . . in an effort to entice you back . . . let me talk about my current endeavors . . . incog of course . . .

I am "on trial" sorta. I am sorta going up against one of Hollyweird's elite. Which is quite interesting. My mama wants to know if it is bad form to ask said Hollyweirdo for an autograph - during the trial, no less!

Yes, mom . . .it is.

The things I've learned gearing up for this out of town trial though, would make the perviest pervert blush.

Seriously.

Currently, I am sitting in my office with a copy of a magazine on my desk that can only be described as "The Homosexual Quarterly" . . . mostly because the title of the magazine would make you blush. And the pictures? Holy crap batman!

I am neither easily offended, nor a prude, but even my blushes have blushed . . .

Things are chaotic and kooky - but that is life on trial. I've gotten less than 6 hours of sleep every night for two 1/2 weeks. I'm fried. My body is fried. My feet need a pedicure and my butt needs to be replaced after sitting so much. I think I need a vacation. . . Perhaps Belize in June? Afterall, I believe it is lobster season . . .

So, trial starts tomorrow . . . in NYC . . . against someone from Hollyweird . . . you figure it out.

I would say more, but it would get me fired. . .

I will say - my fortune yesterday was "Hard Work is Always Appreciated." So there's that.