This week and the next are pretty much the suckiest of the year for me work-wise. 12 hour days, along with 8 hours or so on Saturdays. Whatever. I get paid well and I actually like what I'm doing, so I'll suck it up. But - that doesn't mean I don't get stressed. I have to fit a bazillion things into each day, and each minute is precious. But today - in the midst of piles of handouts and preparations, I looked up at the clock and saw that it was 11:11.

Yes, I am one of those simple-minded people that make a wish when the clock says 11:11. But today, I didn't make a wish. I just took a deep breath and said a prayer that I could make it through the next couple weeks unscathed. You should try it. Wishing is overrated.


sarahsmile3 said...

The power of prayer is fo' real!
On another note,
Danny is coming into town and would like to visit you and Jaime in the Hamptons. He will be here tomorrow and is leaving on Monday. Let me know if you feel like taking a break for a glass of wine and some laughter provided by Osama bin-drinkin'.

Anonymous said...

ohhhh the elevens! Have you not heard Colin and I's stories about the elevens??!! It's a consistent theme throughout the 6+ years we've been together.

IF we see you anytime soon, remind me to tell you!

"Miss Bee" said...

Sarah - I'm always up for laughter in the Hamptons. Sign me up.

Laurie - Hopefully I WILL see you soon so that you can tell me all about the elevens!