Mommy, please don't go away again

I arrived home late last night {actually, around 1:30 this morning} and boy were my cats happy to see me. Cookie doesn't like it when I go away...she did the same thing the last time I went out of town as seen here.

She was sitting on my scarf earlier clearly thinking,
"You're not going anywhere!"

This morning she decided to secure my luggage
to make sure I wasn't leaving.

Thanks so much for your kind words and good thoughts. The interviews went really well!! I am so relieved it's all over...however, if this process continues, the next step is to go back to the company again for a final round of interviews. {It never seems to end, but that's a good thing right now.}

The entire trip was flawless with the exception of Wednesday night. I took out my right contact, and then proceeded to take out the left one and it flew out of my hand and landed...somewhere. I was on my hands and knees looking for the damn thing for nearly 30 minutes, cursing myself and panicking for not packing a spare pair. Then I decided to walk away and do something else to give it a rest. THEN I decided that maybe I should take a closer look at my toiletries sitting on the counter. I inspected each one and to my shock I found the contact plastered to the side of a lotion bottle. It was all shriveled and sad looking so I quickly placed it into saline and it somehow came back to life overnight. What a close call...I could not imagine doing the interviews wearing my glasses!

So now I'm in wait-and-see-mode. I might need to do a rain dance or some other kind of good luck ritual this weekend.

I was so delirious last night from exhaustion that I had this bizarre dream {nightmare} about Kelly from the Real Housewives. She was parading around my house with that awful dress she wore to the Red Carpet arrival for the Bravo A List Awards, asking to borrow a few of my BLANKETS. I was laughing my ass off this morning, thinking that she probably wanted the blankets to cover up her ugly dress and face. I crack myself up.

Ramona's like, ok ladies, don't kill each other.

Here's Bethenny about ready to claw out Kelly's eyes.