Then there's 'in the eye of the storm'.
But what do you call the dullness-by-comparison period after the storm?
My friend has gone. The house is sooooo quiet.
When you've talked non-stop for 48 hours you'd think there'd be nothing more to say but no.
All I can think of is the 1001 things I didn't get to say (because I was saying something else at the time!)
I know I'll bounce back.
Probably tomorrow morning when my girls get all excited about the applique I spent this evening sewing onto their new undershirts.
But for now I am wallowing in my poor me puddle.
I want to move to Nagoya where the AFWJ ladies seem to have a blast- party a week it seems.
I want to conquer my fear of driving on the expressway so I can actually get out there and meet some people!
I want everyone to move to Matsumoto!
I want to eat too much chocolate,
watch sappy romance movies
and wallow in my poor me puddle.
Wallow, wallow, wallow.........