As in: One step forward, two steps back. Or maybe: Dance a two-step to get out of this one.

Having so much to do is making me a bad person. I’m cranky, rude, and a very bad critique partner (sorry, Shawn!). Not that I’m not cranky and rude normally, but I usually do better on the CP front.

This weekend is gonna be special. I have to get everything done that needs to be done and pack to go out of town next week on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. So a week from now, you’ll have a seriously bitchy/travel-weary Crystal. It makes one want to suck their thumb and cry for their mommy! Or grandmommy, in my case.

I feel like one of those poor saps on the Jaws movies. The fin is circling, the ominous music is playing, and you just know you’re about to be lunch. What must that poor surfer-babe in a bikini be thinking? Two steps, baby, two steps.