So we went on our camping trip this weekend with the in-laws...my kidney infection and withdraws got the best of me and I snuck
two of my husband's pills. I haven't had anymore but I feel ashamed that I even had what I did. So here I am back at square one
, I guess. I hate Mondays...I am so grouchy this morning...and now I have to wait on the call to see if I got the job or not. Am I really as big a loser as I feel like this morning?