So if you can't tell by the title, today is MUCH better. To all of you who knew I wouldn't be cutting myself, represent. To those of you who felt the need to talk me off the ledge... I'll just shake my head. I thank you for your misdirected sympathy and charge it to you being a new reader?? Infrequent reader?? IDK but poor things.
First things first, Faburella. While rushing to catch the elevator in the parking garage, Fabulosa (me), wearing a slightly off the shoulder, ruched cap sleeve, knee-length, royal blue chiffon dress with a sweetheart neckline with a blue and gold brooch at the waist, slipped out of one of her 2.5 inch gold open-toed d'orsay (my favorite kind) heels-- Nine West, of course. She found herself thinking Cinderella, nay, FABUrella. And it stuck. She yelled out, "Hold the elevator," while slipping back into the aforementioned shoe. She got on, made it to the ground floor where walking quickly again, her ridiculously narrow ankle nearly slipped out again! And no, she can't go any smaller in her shoe size. But she would like every shoe maker to offer a 7 1/2 narrow, please.
Once inside, Faburella, now back to being called Fabulosa, because Faburella looks so ugly spelled out and she hopes no one takes it as a sign to name their child as such, still in QUITE the nasty mood, settles in. When the play begins, she is transported back to her first viewing in New York City (brace yourself for language shocks, she was a bit less PC then) and how much she enjoyed it (having decided not to wear what she wore the first time), allowing the parts about God to give her a little lift. But it was back to reality and a bit of bitterness once she left the show. Really a wallower, that one, on that particular day... yesterday that is.
Even with the two text messages telling her to "pop bottles" because Rocky is the nominee, she couldn't get excited. That's mostly Billary's fault (we shall blame her for the entire day, and every other bad one in the last 16 months, shant we?) since she wouldn't let him have his moment. Instead choosing to taint it by once again LYING and refusing to acknowledge he had enough delegates to clinch the nomination like she said she would "if," she said, he reached that "magic number." Well... and here you go still standing alone. And that, my friends, is only part of the reason why Fabulosa believes there is no way you can expect Billary to be offered a chance at a "dream ticket." We shall call that by its true name, a nightmare ticket. Let's not even get her, our dear Fabulosa, talking about how you can't preach a message of change and the first chance of a new name in the white house for the first time in nearly 2 decades, then add one of those names to the ballot. Moving along or we shall be here all day.
Fabulosa had gotten about 3 hours of sleep before the show. She got 2 hours after the show and was quite sleepy and still in rather a nasty mood. She cheered up a bit on the way to work. She was freaking out a bit about having less of her show (the noon) done by 9:30 than she had for the previous two days, but taking deep breaths. Then a tornado watch was issued to go along with the flash flood watch, strong storms and high winds for the southern part of our viewing area. She had to lead weather and go second on the tuxed-up animals with triple-team coverage. That thing was crammed full of news! And even with a mini crisis minutes before the show, it was clean and she even heard, "I thought it was a good show." So Fabulosa was feeling fine.
Then she comes out to find one of her fun co-workers eating a burger... IT'S A COOKOUT DAY!! In the summer, Fabulosa's job has cookouts (she thinks once a week but can't remember as it's been so long since she worked a schedule where she might be able to enjoy such a luxury) and provides hamburgers, hot dogs, sides, drinks and desserts. Today was one of those days. She grabbed a burger, a dog, and a super moist mini brownie square and returned to the newsroom to eat with fun co-worker.
They talked and then came one of the other highlights. Fun co-worker is a republican but said she LOVED Rocky's speech (search "O.bama looks to November") last night and thought it was one of the best speeches she's ever heard, uplifting and unifying. This made Fabulosa SO proud. SO proud. Her vote finally counted after voting for years and years and years and never helping a candidate to power. Her vote helped bring the man who will shape America, if all of you reading this now will head to the polls in November, to the white house. She is overwhelmed and overjoyed and brought to shocked tears while listening to this speech, to own a piece of this campaign. God bless America for giving him, and change, a chance.