Just Thinkin'

321 James, Scottsdale, AZ, Nikon D-80, f 5.0, 1/60, ISO 125, Photoshopped Cleaned, 11-03-09

If you had a chance to go back to a beginning and start fresh, would you? Imagining yourself as a newborn, ready to learn what hasn't yet been taught...

Today my husband tapped into his infinite wisdom and decided FOR ME that I needed to clean out my office, start fresh with a new beginning and a clean slate. Meaning, taking everything off my desk and off the shelves and piling sky scraper columns of books, frames, files, cd's, binders and papers across our room and on top of our bed. (My office is in my master bedroom).

When I balked and freaked out, he picked up one book on interval travel and said, "See, this book did not belong here". Omg...I'm going to kill myself. Not only am I a raging peri-menopausal psychotic, hot flashing, emotional basket case, but now I feel like my entire control center has been exploded and I'm ready to check out.

Red alert to all my friends and family, please help!!! I need to call United Airlines to take my husband back to work with his pretty good, I'm sure he can fly a damn 777 airplane, rotator cuff recovered arm. For the love of God, is 6 weeks really necessary to prove that he can move his arm? For true evidence of said arm rehabilitation, come check out my frickin' office!

Vicodin, Valium, Wine, Vodka...Colgon take me away. That's what I'm thinking...