Well look at this...

It's been over a week!!!!

I know - scandalous!

But hey life has been tough...

For example:

Yesterday I broke a nail.

Now I know what you all are thinking:

"Julia doesn't have nails..."

Which is true, but that's really not the point. The point is this: I should never have been in a situation to break a nail in the first place.

However I was.

You see I didn't quite make it to work. Hungover from the 10 margaritas I had the night before I decided to stay home and drink a bloody mary instead. However this didn't quite work out as planned, because I was all out of celery, and how may I ask can you have a bloody mary without celery???

So I went to the store, where I proceed to fall asleep in a shopping cart. I didn't mean to but it looked so comfortable.

Unfortunately I didn't wake up at the store.

Instead I woke up in a church. I'm not quite sure what the shopping cart was trying to tell me... Anyway it was Wednesday and what kind of a freak would hang out a church in the middle of the week? So I decided to get out of the shopping cart and walk out the door.

Then I went to Starbucks.

I didn't really know what city I was in so I decided to walk around with my double tall extra dry cappucino and see the sites. It was boring. That is until I ran into a line of "people" waiting to see the new Star Wars movie. Naturally being too cool for anything geeky and no Triumph in sight, I found it to be my moral duty to make fun of them.

They didn't take it so well.

A guy dressed up as Darth Vader decided to come after me with a plastic lightsaber. I successfully dodged it but unfortunately for him one of the Luke impersonaters thought they were acting out a scene and take on his role. It was... well... it was disturbing.

Well then I did the only thing any logical person would do - I ran. All the way down the street. But I still had no idea where I was until...

Three recognizable couples and a whole bunch of cameras ran by me. Then it dawned on me - this must be where they are doing the Amazing Race!

So I followed them all the way to the airport and hopped on a flight back to Seattle. Could someone please tell me how my shopping cart managed to roll all the way to Canada???

Anyway after I got back, traumatized by my previous experience, I decided I better drop by the store and get myself a beer.

But as I was prying it open do to not having a bottle opener...

I broke a nail!

I hate it when that happens!