This is quite a week. I'm so excited that it's here and I can't frigging wait until it's over.
Yeah, one of those.
Big presentation. Really, really big. A scary-as-hell, big presentation.
But, for some reason, I'm not scared. My presentation is done, I know the material well and, let's face it, I get off on performing.
Don't tell - I'm supposed to be the shy one.
Right now, it's more like I'm...antsy. And a little hyper.
B-man's got to be loving that. Especially since I bit his head off earlier.
See, I was trying on clothes for tomorrow. This only happens when I'm antsy, by the way. Usually, before deciding what to wear, I just stand in front of my closet and drool, never actually deciding until the last minute when I throw on my usual black and gray ensemble.
Anywho, I heard B-man coming down the hall and went into another room to avoid him, embarrassed by my antsiness, certain he was headed for his laptop in the office. But no, he wanted his latest Esquire magazine, which happened to be where I was - of course - in the Smellie Room.
So I flashed Irritated Face and said, 'jeez!'
He's like, 'what - I'm just getting my magazine!' and flashed Chill Out face right back.
This violent encounter threw me off my game and I still have no idea what to wear. But I need to figure it out, because Mr. Muckety-Muck is flying into town to spend the next two days at our hospital.
At my invitation.
We will hang out tomorrow, hobnob with my staff and I'll introduce him and smile 'til my face hurts.
The Best Little Host Ever Known To Mankind.
On Thursday, we'll do it all over again, except both of us will give presentations at a symposium that involves all the other Muckety's in my organization.
Friday, when everything's over, B-man and I are going to Baby Sis and T's house to hang out and enjoy some French onion soup.
I fully plan to need a designated driver. I'd better be sucking up to B-man.
Hmmm...what perfume goes well with antsy?
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