A Quiet Middle Finger

So in the midst of the adventures of the    Bird Anus Number 1     and all his Holy a-hole-ness, I completely neglected all the lovelies of my life....my blog, my baby blog, even my fetus blog and the fetus of my fetus blog, my art, seeing all of my lovelies, etc.  ((Random Note to Self:  When your therapist tells you to quit your job because it is killing your soul, you should listen)) There were seconds every 3.5  a few moments that I was ready to go buy a pack of ciggys which was odd considering, this month consisted of my One Year Anniversary of divorcing ciggys.  Instead of ciggys, I opted for lots of chocolate and caffeine, because, you know, those two things really help relieve stress. I really was 3.5 away from Straight Jacket-ville. So, a little time later. Here we are. I have given my resignation and I am slowly getting back to all the goodness I left behind. Slowly but surely.  On my last day, I could always give Bird Anus Number 1 a swift kick to his mangina. Or two or three. I might just opt for a simple middle finger though.  So, there it is. Some of it anyway. Now I must catch up with everyone. Quick! Grab the booze!