Not a good day.
We all have them. I seem to have forgotten how to have a good one! I have caught myself prowling around the house like a gremlin on more than one occasion. You know it's bad when your cat rubs against your leg and you feel an urge to kick him across the room for daring to touch you.
I'm not usually sadistic.
Today/night was so out-of-this-world crumby that I actually ended up finding it funny. Work was, well, work. I joined the parental units for Chinese and then Dad and I went to Wally World for some retail therapy. It really bothers me that Walmart is changing when so much else in my world is changing too. What is this world coming to when your basic small-business-crippling behemoth puts the cat litter where the baby diapers should be? It just isn't right.
So, I come home in the rain and try to get all my goodies inside in one trip. I make it up the stairs but drop the 24 pack of Liquid Cocaine...I mean Diet Coke...on my foot when I try to open the door. Somehow in the scuffle with my entryway I ended up soccer-ball kicking my chip dip off the porch, down my stairs, off the sidewalk, and into a puddle.
I left it there.
I then opened the fridge to toss the pop in the bottom and freaked out b/c there was black goopy crap all over the bottom. I don't know about you, but there is nothing ickier than goop in your fridge. Chilled spoodge is still spoodge, ya know? It turns out I had some mushrooms hiding that were so far gone that they liquified and worked their way THROUGH THE PLASTIC and down the back wall of my fridge. I almost lost my cookies.
When I went for a rag I knocked the drip tray from my Foreman over and got the EVEN MORE disgusting fat all over my counter and the front of my cabinet. I cleaned up the ick (in both places), and when I threw the paper towel away I remembered to feed the fish. When I went to do that, I found that one of my fishies didn't make it through the night. I really think my apartment disgusted him so much that he opted for the fast track to Guppy Heaven and held his breath. So I had to deal with all that.
That was entirely too much ick to have in my house over night, so I took the trash outside....and realized THEN that my lid blew off in the Tsunami today and my huge trash can was half full of water. At that point, I just decided to forget it all. My dry groceries are still on the counter, and all the other chores I told myself I would do all day long are still waiting to be done, as of yet undid.
It is a work night, so I couldn't dapple in my wine pastime tonight. The alternative healing device I employed when wining myself into oblivion proved not to be an option? Dark Chocolate Mouse and Coke Zero.
Life is good.
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