Have you ever wanted to restart a week? Or better yet, erase it altogether? Well, that’s how this week went for me.

If restarting the week means reliving it, then forget it! Sign me up for erasure, please. Yes, I can mark a few bright spots, like starting this blog and marking lots of tasks off my ‘To-Do List’ this week, but what you wouldn’t see is the hundred other items I keep cutting and pasting to the bottom of the list. A true Libra trait. I wonder is Elizabeth is Procrastination in another language?

My husband would certainly say so.

For those of you who don’t know Richard yet, he is sainted. If you don’t believe me, just ask my family; especially my mother and sisters. My brothers will also agree based on the simple principle that he married me.

After thirty-four years (November will be 35), we had miserable weeks together – about different things! That almost never happens! We usually say “there, there” and “this too shall pass” crap and move pass it. But this week was tough because we going through it together and the response we gave each were: “Do you believe that shit?”or “Let’s drink our dinner tonight.” My personal favorite was, “Can you lower the car window so I can accidentally drop my phone out the window?”

How can I get back the forty minutes on the phone with roadside assistance (half of that was spelling out the VIN number in NATO’s phonetic alphabet)? Or the following seventy-five minutes waiting for the tow truck? And for all the assistance they (RA) do, for the frickin’ information they collect, do you think they could GIVE or FORWARD the information to the dealer so I don’t have to do it AGAIN? What’s the use of collecting information if you don’t put it to use?

See, now my brain hurts, and it’s only 11 in the morning. Time to get back to work and have a cup of coffee.  It’s Friday and the weekend is looking better – a couple hours with some writers tomorrow, tackling the bottom of my ‘To-Do’, and Skype with my son on Sunday.

He’s not sainted, by the way.