"Such a Pretty Me!"

Remember that song from "Flower Drum Song"? - "I feel pretty, oh so pretty" and "see the pretty girl in the mirror there, who could that pretty girl be?" - "such a pretty face, such a pretty (somethin') - such a pretty me!"

That song, along with "Look at Me I'm Sandra Dee" are long time standards in the Soundtrack to My Life. They come up all on their own when I'm feeling anything but pretty.

I think we all have a Soundtrack to Our Life - songs that pop into our heads at a particular moment - I have taken to letting the songs splain' to me what I'm feeling.

I'm still banging my head against that deadline. The printer has finally agreed to behave and for that I'm grateful but the papers that need pushing just keep growing and growing.

Yesterday I worked - well I was at my desk - from 6AM to 3AM this morning - my only break was my visit to the therapist and to Stop N' Shop. Imagine if they had therapy booths at the Stop N' Shop - oh the efficiency.

Since I'm still recovering from the "Elephant Leg" mishap I've been trying to balance the need to care for myself with the need to meet this deadly deadline. The leg needs to be elevated so I've got boxes (full of incomplete work and unwrapped Christmas gifts) stacked next to my desk and adorned with a giant pillow. The leg must go there whether it wants to or not several times a day. Given that the infection that led to "Elephant Leg" is still hanging around (for the holiday I assume) I have developed an abscess in a very unmentionable area - let's just say that when the leg ain't elevatin' the pillow is moved to my chair.

Add to this a lack of sleep and well - "such a pretty me" - At one point last night/this morning I was wrapped in a blanket wearing old sweatpants and a football jersey. My hair is shoved under a huge headband and I don't even remember where my make-up bag is. Even my beloved earrings have been forsaken. My earlobes are just too tired to hold them up. Oh and undergarments are such a drag at 3AM - I'm thinking of wrapping my desk with crib bumpers so I don't injure myself any further. And I've had another T-shirt idea - "Just cause my boobies are droopin' don't mean I can't have a nice day"

Now I really don't want any sympathy - just send chocolate. And I'm actually in a fine state of mind - coffee induced. The carrot at the end of my shiny nose is putting up my Christmas tree once I hit send on this data file.

I just wanted to share this vision of me - if I were really brave I'd enclose a photo but trust me, use your imagination.

And I wanted to confirm for myself that the light at the end of the tunnel might actually be Christmas - and not the oncoming train.

Edit: It was brought to my attention that my pretty girl song is from "West Side Story" - the song from "Flower Drum Song" is "I Enjoy Being a Girl" - clearly my inner IPOD shuffle needs some rest. Thanks to Cathy who always looks out for me.