Giving The Finger A Break...Literally...And Other Tall Tales...

I know many of you have been awaiting my "official" report of the MS150 Bike Tour weekend...some of you simply want to hear the dirty story of how I managed to break a finger without ever really LIFTING one or mounting a bicycle. Well...all I can "officially" say is, "What happens in LaConner STAYS in LaConner!" And that's my story and I'm sticking to it. LOL

I once again apologize for not trolling YOUR blogs these past few days and leaving my profound comments as well as neglecting to pound out a few words on the keyboard HERE on CHEESE...it is extremely difficult to type with only NINE working fingers and actually a bit painful, too. I know...pass me some cheese to go with my WHINE.

But, I have also returned from my very exhausting weekend of frolicking in the sun (yes, I even got sunburned...go figure) to an extremely fast-paced work week. And, on top of ALREADY being too exhausted to defend my own ego, I had an early morning staff meeting yesterday, followed by an additional 10 1/2 hour work shift...you do the math...3 hour staff meeting + 10 1/2 hour work shift = 13 1/2 hour work day. Most grueling even for someone who DOESN'T have MS!

So...the "finger". I wish I had some great tale to impart upon you about the "finger incident". Frankly, I considered just MAKING SOMETHING UP to explain how I returned with a broken finger...at least something more entertaining than "I tripped and fell into a cooler at the team tent and smacked my hand hard enough to break my little finger". Let's face it...there's just no glory in THAT truth! LOL But alas...this is the true tale of my mundane life...

And, as far as the weekend goes, I believe I can simplify the story into a few words: Traffic, good food, meeting new people, cool mornings and warm days, sunburns, exhaustion, more good food, considering firing Dr. She Who Will Not Be Named (WOOT?!?), triumph on Saint EB's face, "headwind", laughs, pranks on our tent neighbors, injuries (oddly, St. EB's blood is still smeared on the side of my car!), poor sleep, weighing the effect of homicidal ideation toward Dr. SWWNBN (you just KNOW there's more to the story here!), emotional tears from evening program, making new friends, DAWN'S CRACK 3 days in a row, hostess-ing until exhaustion, feeling sick, scenic drive home, and collapsing in bed for 2 days post event. That pretty much says it all...except for a few "minor" details in between, which I will eventually get around to posting hopefully later this week! LOL

Now, I need to return to my couch and stare mindlessly at the walls while I "rest" in preparation to return to yet ANOTHER 9 1/2 hours of work AND give my aching finger a break from this keyboard. I mean, somebody's got to make a living around the hut to afford the style my cat has grown accustomed to! LOL...