Damn, I hate making stupid mistakes. Like putting the wrong phone numbers on a "fact sheet." So now it's a "not-in-your-wildest-dreams fact sheet." Of course, the mistake wasn't found until it hit the fourth set of eyes to review the piece, but that doesn't make me feel better.
Had it happened early in the day, I could've recovered by doing something adorable or factually fabulous. But no. It was pointed out to me at the end of the day, leaving me no alternative but to beat myself up all the way home and even well into my walk with Bailey to Central Park.
Don't worry, though, because I've shaken it off already. Food helps ya' do that, you know. I could've probably shaken it off sooner if I hadn't left a perfectly good bottle of Bombay Sapphire in my fridge in Atlanta. (Remind me to bring that back when I go home this weekend . . . )
Anyway, and to quote another perky Georgia girl, tomorrow is another day. For now, I'll put on my go-go boots and finish shakin' it off!