So I just got home from a super freakin' long day. I'm talking up at the ass crack of dawn, driving my husband to meet a co-worker and shuttle to the airport (hey, at least I didn't have to actually go to the airport), a run, and then I packed up the kiddo for a family birthday party which included a ferry ride, several insane children and too much food. Namely Doritos.
I know. Doritos. I have identified my cryptonite. And it leaves nacho cheesy crap under my fingernails.
We literally just got home about fifteen minutes ago. Little dude went to bed without so much as a peep (thank you, Jesus). And I thought I should get on my email, check the Facebook, play a little Bejeweled (shut up), before I shuffle off to watch the perfection that is True Blood.
And boy, am I glad I decided to check the email.
Cause I got some freaking fantastic news.
And I can't tell you what it is, just now. Sorry. I know. I suck.
But I promise all will be revealed shortly.
You can guess in the comments, but I don't think you'll figure it out. And I'll save you the trouble. I'm not pregnant. And I haven't come up with the solution for world peace.
World Peace is next week and it is definitely going to include Doritos.