Not sure what began this difficult morning. Maybe it was weighing myself and finding I’d gained yet another pound or maybe it was when I went down to the kitchen and stepped on a bee. Yeah, stung right in between two toes if you want the specifics.
While trying to leave the house I realize I don’t have my sunglasses and it’s really sunny out. A quick look around the main floor reminds me that I left them upstairs. So up I go to get them. No biggie usually, but I’m in a hurry and my foot is killing me. I can actually feel the bee poison coursing through my toes. Sunglasses: Check.
Last night I had to park nearly a block away because some asshats decided to park right in front of my house. Why? If you’re not coming to visit me, and you’re not me, park in front of your own house! I hate coming home and having to drive around the block three times to find a spot. Of course, it would not be an issue if it were not for the Parking Hag. But that’s another story.
So I get in my car and realize that the person behind me totally parked me in. I had to do about a 30-point turn to get out.
As I turn to go down the next street I am almost hit by a woman in an SUV (grrr—our streets are too small for them) who is running the stop sign (double grrr) and talking on her goddam cell phone (triple grrrrr).
Now I had noticed that my phone cord was plugged into the wall just before I stepped on the bee. I was planning to put it in my purse but the bee thing kind of distracted me. Go figure.
So I thought I’d look at my phone and see if it was getting low on charge. If so, I planed to call Greg (he was still at home) have him bring it to work with him. We could meet for lunch and I could get it back. But I couldn’t find my phone. I pretty much empty my purse on the seat to no avail. Don’t worry, I really only looked while I was at stoplights…I’m not that much of a hypocrite. Usually.
Well, the way the day was going I thought, it would be just my luck to get into an accident, get a flat tire, or get car jacked on the one day I do not have my phone on me. So I turn around to go back home. Now I am about 5 minutes from work (which means 20 minutes from home) but I gotta do it.
I get home and begin the search. I go to the office first because the last time I was frantically looking for it, that’s where I found it. Well, no phone but I did find a fresh, steamy, smelly, pile of dog shit. Let’s see, who can it be? Perhaps the dog that is hiding under the bed? Yep. I figure she was actually shitting while I was coming in the front door because she was the only one not there to greet me.
My phone search leads me to the foyer where I find that someone (a boy dog this time) has pissed all over the leather chair and the floor (and the Oriental rug).
Remember, this (potty stuff) has all happened in the 10 or so minutes since Greg has left the house! Also remember that it’s very painful for me to walk at this point. Bee. Poison. Swelling. Yeah. At least I’m not allergic!
I grab the cordless phone and dial my number walking all over the house listening for the ring (but remembered later that it’s on vibrate anyway).
I called work to see if I left it on my desk. Wouldn’t be the first time. But no, it’s not there either.
I finally give up and decide that I have to just go to work and hope that nothing bad happens. Nothing worse.
The drive there is pretty uneventful other than the usual jackasses who don’t know how to drive and insist on talking on their phones rather than attempting the driving. But I deal with that everyday.
It’s when I get there I see that my phone is in my other bag. The one sitting right next to my purse. I NEVER put my phone in there. It’s either in my purse or in my pocket. Never in my tote bag. But there it was. So at least I had it. Oh and it was fully charged.
As my co-worker said when I called, “Well, it can only get better, right?�
This streak of bad luck probably actually started the other day when Lazlo came home with bloody feet. We thought he’d killed something (that’s normal) but later realized the blood was his own. His toenails were nearly gone. Seems he got stuck somewhere and had to claw his way out. Visit to the vet and some antibiotics. He’ll be fine.
Then last night while we were cooking dinner, Greg grabbed hold of a skillet that had just previously been in the oven for 30 minutes. He pretty much threw the pan across the room. He said it hurt a lot last night, but this morning it looks much better and doesn’t hurt so I guess it wasn’t as bad of a burn as we thought.
Then today me and my bee…hopefully this bad streak is over now.
One good thing…while I was at home phone searching, Greg got a call from a company that he recently submitted his resume to. I told them to call his cell and he has an interview tomorrow. Wish him luck! It’s for a place that’s right near my work. Like really close. We could carpool. Which is nice, it would mean that we could get rid of one car.
OK so is it happy hour time yet?
Posted under Random Thoughts
This post was written by Amy on July 18, 2006