Our last job of the week ended at an amazing condo overlooking Lake Union. I vowed that if it went past 5 pm that I was running to the store for beers. Amazingly it was 4:30 and my commute home was a mere 10 blocks. This Stager girl is exhausted.
Sister Ex scheduled 4 jobs next week. Should I tell her that I am taking Friday off to be with my BFFs for the weekend?
Waiting for J to deliver our table and turn this chaos into order.