Was planning an engagement dinner in NYC on Easter weekend the brightest thing I've ever done? No. No it certainly was not. Damnit, there was no way for me to know that chunks of I95 would be closed! Three days into the week and I've already secured my trophy so fuck it, we're getting to Brooklyn before Papa Leone's closes come hell or high water.
Things are looking up. All of a sudden, there's a light at the end of the tunnel. I can't talk too much about it right now because *whisper* you-know-who *end whisper* is within striking range but let's just put it this way:
My idiot resigned!!!
I'm so giddy I can barely refrain from chair-dancing. Highly inappropriate chair-dancing. The countdown is on! 8 days until moron-free living commences!