Earning a Nervous Breakdown

Okay so here I am on a Friday night, nearly midnight at work. Why you ask? Well if you look back at my previous posts you will see that I spent some time in Oregon. I learned a lot, had a great time and made some friends. Now I am back in Phoenix and the work has begun. Crazy times. I am really one of those women on the verge of a nervous breakdown. It's funny because I read somewhere that a female celebrity called being in rehab a vacation. I think my new code name for vacation will be nervous breakdown. It sounds so much more interesting. Of course I am not allowed to have a nervous breakdown. What woman is? I am sure there are plenty of women who would appreciate a 30 day stay in a place where no children, boss, significant other or mops can touch you. Not to mention the sedation. Ahhh heaven. A massage is great so is a pedicure but a complete check out in the loony bin I think would be the best. Wouldn't even have to worry about what you look like. Can just wear a robe and slippers all day every day. Now that's a vacation!