I knew it was going to be one of those days when I was up half the night with dogs, weather radios and odd dreams. I think the entire household probably slept less than three to four hours total.
And it just kept going. As I got into my car I discovered, of all things, I had dog poop on my hand, which I transferred to my purse, my keys, my car door, my laptop bag and everywhere else I touched from whereever I picked up the poop to my car. Yep, I just knew it was going to be a day. Not only did I have to wash my hands, I had to wash everything I touched before I could leave for work. So, that made me late.
When I get to work my editor informed me I had forgotten to write a brief for today’s paper. No big deal. Just another hitch in my day. It’s what happened next that royally pissed me off. And anybody who knows me will understand why. I was attempting to get into my car with my arms full and my most precious possession on a day with no sleep fell to the ground and spilled all over the street — my Diet Coke. Yes, my Diet Coke. It may seem minor, but spend five minutes with me in the morning and then laugh when my Diet Coke hits the ground. Trust me, nobody would laugh at that incident!
So, here I sit at 10:17 a.m. cranky, tired and without my Diet Coke. The day is still young. I have time to turn the mood around…however, it’s expected to rain this afternoon and of all things, I wore white pants. I think I need to go back to bed…
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