It's just been a loooong week. Clients have been fussy, M. and I feel like we're drowning, and we both managed to incur random injuries whilst in our nation's brutally hot capitol. And I'm cranky, exhausted and still self-conscious from my somewhat ill-fated trip to H&M (as known as the indelible reminder that I'm no longer a lithe, taut co-ed). And I miss my nieces. But as anyone who knows me can venture, nothing cheers me up like the promise of a good llama picture:
In conclusion, I reject the Tom Juice in favor of being a guilty Southern Bapthlic who can probably outdrink you.
There. That's better. ;)