Tuesday, February 24, 2009

What a Jolly Day this is - NOT!

Have you ever had one of those days where if it can go wrong, it will? Oh, not normal wrong but huge catastrophic wrong. That is my day. I could handle one wrong thing but nope the universe in all of its wisdom has decided to dump the mother load on me. And because I woke up happy and gleeful, it decided today looked like a fine day to test me.

I was very proud of myself this week. I grocery shopped on Saturday. Now for most normal people that is hardly earth shattering but for me I DESPISE GROCERY SHOPPING. Always have. The planning of meals is lost on me. I can hardly plan for the day I am currently residing in, factor in what I might want for dinner on Thursday and I have a melt down. Maybe Thursday will be a wonderful day and what I have planned will sound good. Maybe the food I purchased for the dinner will not have been halfway consumed by the herd of locust that is also known as my kid. He won't take it all of course, I will be left with an onion and 2 end crusts of a loaf of bread. What the hell do I do with that?

This week $167.00 of meals resided in my frig. I was kicking some serious butt in the meal planning department. Last night the frig broke and all the food has now been heated up to a lovely 55 degrees. Fantastic. We now own 12 cans of warm diet mug root beer and a jar of mustard. Dinner is looking like it will be quite the gourmet feast.

The pool has decided to drain the water. The car when you turn it on just keeps turning over and over. The printer prints ever other page and then spits out twelve empty pieces of paper, as if that is helpful at all. What a jolly day this is.

All of this is mine to handle. I will handle it, me and twelve cups of coffee but I am not happy about it.

So I am off to make more phone calls, explain problems, and hopefully my two hour window for repairmen will actually happen.

But just to round out the horrible day, all I have left are the cookies that look like they have flies in them. *Sigh*

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