Good Friday

I think I know what suffering on a cross for three hours feels like now, Jesus... maybe an 85 hour, pure insanity workweek? It could be that the latter is worse, since the pain lasts longer and is more drawn out.

Kidding.

Now that I'm going to get struck by lightning today, I thought I'd let you all know that dog goes to my mom, I'd prefer to be cremated rather than buried (the holy lightning might take care of that for you already), and my sisters can take whatever clothing they want from my closet. Raquel can have my shoes.

Eeek! I'm glad this week is finally winding down, and all essential work is done. Cole and I are going to head to his mom's this weekend in Spokane for Easter, unless its snowing in the Cascades, which we have to drive through to get there. And it's been storming here for the last week so...

Hopefully we'll make it. I absolutely adore Seattle, but it might be nice to get out for a weekend and not have to drive past my office if I want to go anywhere.

Happy Easter all!