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I just need to get through these next few days and then I can enjoy my weekend! I have friends coming to stay! Our friends the Colemans are coming to town! Hoorah! And finally a tattoo appointment on Sunday. Can't wait.

I start my new job on Tuesday. Nearer the time I will regal you all with the horror stories that have been my week and the burden of stress bestowed upon me with all the gory details. You'll pay for the whole seat but you'll only need the edge!

In the meantime, I will feel sorry for myself, curse my lady garden and its monthly workings and eat. And boy will I eat. Cake. Chocolate. Chips. Cereal. Soup. Chicken tacos. Tortilla chips. Candy. Chinese food. You name it. I feel sick, but too much food sick is better than work is making me stress out sick. On the way home from work I bought 4 cakes. I ate two of them as soon as I got home (but in my defence they were small lobster tail cakes, but I still didn't tell Patrick about my binge*) and then just now, after my dinner of curly fries, I had a zeppole with Patrick. Mine was yellow custard, his was cannoli filling. Despite my sweet tooth and cake addiction, I won't touch cannolis! (*I think I might have a bit of a problem.)

I feel like I should be a good blogger and post some pictures or something, maybe of an outfit, or something I made that looks amazing. But I am not that kind of blogger or person really... and might explain why I have minimal followers and not many commenting peeps.

It's not a popularity contest though. Is it?