When life gives you lemons, go on vacation

The last few weeks have been far from boring. 


A lot of major stuff has happened. There was a break-up, some bed bugs, some major career decisions to make and some money troubles to deal with. 


The money troubles, of course, stemmed from all the break-ups and the bed bugs and the decisions. Stress = shopping. 


And in times like these, you really need to face your life head on. Just embrace the hard times and work through them, to get yourself to the other side. 


Except instead of doing that, I've decided to fuck off to Panama with my sister. 


Wheeeee! 


Just kidding. Sort of. 


I dealt with it all. Quite well, I might add. 


I got through the break-up, I dealt with the bed bugs and I made that major career decision. I had a few sleepless nights, and I've become a bit of a gym rat as a response to some of the anxiety these things caused. Mostly about being single again, about weird ass scars on my back and the $300 it costs for an exterminator and about going back my previous agency to work on a super huge account. 


But otherwise I'm okay. And super buff. Also, see excessive shopping, above. 


But I'm still going on vacation to Panama. Because I've already lived in Cuba, and I've already lived in Mexico and that's where the commoners go. When Shelley and I saw a sweet deal to a 5-star resort in Panama, we jumped on it. Only the fanciest for the Smith girls.