Back in Texas after California

My trip with Mr B was amazing. The end of the trip with my parents was stressful and included some of the most arrogant rude people I've ever seen.

Much of the stress came from the realization that I go back in a week to my own private hell. I feel like this week is damage control time for myself. You see, the chickens stopped running a muck for so long because the chickens were depressed. Mr. Monkey was depressed. All in all, no one was very happy. Mr Monkey has phoned in some assistance and so this next week Mr Monkey is going to retire to a leather sofa to discuss his feelings and the chickens will begin some Lexapro pellets. Mr Monkey is also going to hit the gym and get himself into a regiment where he takes a break from the mind numbing filing to have at least 30 minutes to himself. Hopefully this will mean Mr Monkey doesn't continue to stare at the clock around 1 in the afternoon and ponder if it would be frowned upon if he took a break for a margarita. So that's the damage control. Leather couch to talk about feelings and working out.