The week after

Yes, it was great, but I’m eager to get back to life.  Thanksgiving week was  bit different for me this year as I had lots of work.  The kind of work that means I had to sit in a chair all day with other people.  I’m only a tad better at this than my my 4 year old son.  Friday I was Fried indeed from the Thanksgiving cooking, dinner, hosting, football. We are the low rent Kennedy’s so there is always a football game.  

As you can see I bring spirit, if not talent to the game.

Friday day I needed to be sitting.  Sitting. Sitting.   In work mode.  Acting like an adult.  So, when I finally got home I was a tad pent up. The last guest remained, my old travel buddy Whitney.  (“Hey, kids who wants to see the pictures of our trip to Mexico in 2000?  No one?”) So, Whitney caught my vibe ( note: baby sitter scurry away, running toward her car, Mark seen before, ignores us).  Click here to see crazy lady dancing around the house

At least as I sat and sat last week I was with people I like who treated me with respect. I thought of friends who are treated shabbily in their work and  how soul killing that is . I’m a performer at heart, so even if the job of the day doesn’t entail a performance I need to let the monkey roar.