Hickamore, Hackamore on the King's Kitchen Door. All the King's horses and all the King's Men couldn't get Hickamore Hackamore off the King's Kitchen Door.
A Shortstack update.....
Firstly, The Lady is infinitely grateful to still be employed. It takes little more than a new lipstick or cocktail to remind her of those challenging days of.....5 months ago. I feel very fortunate.
However, I'd like to offer a bit of clarity to those searching and those kindly folks who must observe their friends or family go through this difficult and mind-numbing time:
I'm pretty sure Domestic Patriarch was convinced my life was like THIS.
Which is great, because every time he came home to see me slumped on my side of the couch with a face full of Pringles, it was actually more like THIS.
But most days were kinda like this.
That's when even the most industrious of squirrels need an adequate supply of wine, chocolate, best friends, and bad movies from the 80s. Then the quest doesn't seem so bad at all!
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