"REALLY?" [said in an SNL Seth Meyer-like voice]

Friday was. a. day.  By 9am, I was ready to go home.  I was drowsy from Benedryl, which meant I was cranky.  So it was a day to be reckoned with.

By 2:32pm, I found myself standing outside my classroom door telling students "Just go because you're already late for music!" and metaphorically kicking 30 kids down the hallway.  There I was: Letting out an exasperated-I-feel-like-my-mother sigh with one hand on my hip, and one hand holding this:

That's baleen.  From a whale.  It's 6 feet long and awkwardly heavy.  (Seriously, you better just Google it already because if I havetoexplainwhatbaleenisonemoretime....)

At that moment, I had an epiphany.  An oh-my-gosh moment, if you will.

And I thought, "How in the world did I come to be standing here in Alaska, hand on my hip, rolling my eyes, sighing like a mother of 3, and holding a piece of whale baleen?  REALLY??"

I almost started to cry.   What cataclysmic series of unfortunate events led to the happening of this moment?  The tears were there.  I just didn't let them out.

It was a, "Where is Kristin and what have you done with her kind of moment?"

I want need to go shopping.  Now.  It has to be cheaper than the therapy I will undoubtedly need by the time we leave this state.

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P.S.  I miss my husband.

P.P.S.  I realize I just posted two different drink recipes this week.  Totally didn't mean to do that.