Where are the Cameras? I must be on an episode of Punk'd.

I keep waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out from behind a tree and tell me I've been Punk'd. I've been looking for the hidden cameras, but I can't seem to find them. Surely, no one really has this much bad luck.



I know you all are probably really sick of hearing about the roller coaster/soap opera that is my life of late. And I promise not to make a habit of these posts...but this one is a doozy. So if you think I'm just a cry baby (and admittedly, I am) click away now.



If you're still here...you won't believe it. You really won't.



I spent the evening last night in the ER with John...AGAIN. That man slipped on a patch of ice in our driveway coming home from (get this) a doctor's appointment. Luckily, no damage to the leg this time...but he threw his back out.



Seriously, they know him by name at the ER. And as we left this evening, the receptionist's parting words were "see you next week." Gah!



And just to add a little spice to my life...the new job I just took laid me off today. Um yep. 5 weeks. Must be a new record. So I'm looking for work again. Anybody got a job for a design blogger? Sheesh.



But on a bright note...I finally figured out how to get the "beachy waves" look for my hair. (Yeah, I'm deep like that.) Sure could use a root touch up though. Ha!

Sweater and necklace: Target, Belt: Vintage

Thanks for indulging my rantings. Back tonight with Frugal Friday...lots of inspiration to enjoy.