Nope, Tuesdays retain their obnoxious power. Even when I think I’ve got it down–I’m wrong.
Tonight was group night. I knew it, planned for it. Got some pork loin going in the crockpot, planned with Bly for the rest of dinner. So even when I came home and went to bed for an hour (loooong day at work) I was still able to have dinner on time to get to group, without foisting it all on Bly.
Then we get there and the Thanksgiving potluck is well underway and everyone wants to know where my famous pumpkin cheesecake is.
*sigh*
438 words, because of group and exhaustion. Yeesh.