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My weekend started out like this:Pin IT

And ended up like this:Pin IT

Not good.  But there were some bright spots—let’s focus on that.

Four hot models.  You know who you are.  Shooting boudoir sessions is one of my favorite things to do and this collection of ladies was lovely.  You guys made my weekend fantastic.

Tara and Malia from La Dolce Salon.  My glam squad.  You girls rock.  For real.  Boudoir models always feel fierce when they have their hair and make-up done and these girls are the best in the business.

Martina Bruce.  My on-call nurse.  She’s handy like that.  And reminded me about cranberry pills and unconditional love.

Molly Martin.  When my bladder infection decided to make my kidney its bitch, it was Molly who drove to my house in the middle of the night, sat on the floor with me, told me “you’ve looked better”, dragged my crying self out to the car, drove me to the hospital, put me under a warm blanket, bought me a Sprite and kept me company until the wee hours of the morning.

Susan Connor.  Before I called Molly, I called Susan.  She has never had a problem identifying when I’m ridiculous, so when she tells me to go to the hospital, I need to go.  When the dust settled, however, she said, “Next time, you can just skip calling me and go straight to Molly Martin.”  God love her.

Danielle Klotz.  In the morning, when I realized my body was in no shape to drive, Danielle picked me up, drove me to CVS, to the bank, to McDonald’s and back to CVS.  She’s the best.

Ellie James.  She brought me a milk shake.  To my front door.  It doesn’t get any better than that.  Thank you, doll.

Aaron Sorkin and Jeff Daniels.  Seriously, The Newsroom is the best new show on television.  I re-watched them all while I was losing the insomnia battle.

Honorable mention goes to: the awesome nurses at Clarian North, Lucy Jane and the nice boy who took me to dinner and made me laugh.

And, if you were wondering… all of me feels better.  Well, all of me but my back.  My back effing hurts.

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