…and sometimes you’re the bug.
This past week, I was the bug.
Smushed, flat, guts-a-oozing.
Granted, it could have been worse, and taken alone, any one of the things that happened would have been completely managable.
Put them all together over the course of a few days?
Stick a fork in me…I’m done.
So, I won’t regale you with everything that happened.
Let me just share the few of which I have photo evidence.
By Thursday morning, I was already suffering ticks from the week I had experienced, so I stopped at Dunkin’ Donuts to treat myself to a strawberry coolatta and a reduced fat blueberry muffin. (Yes, I know…both bad news for diabetics…let’s just be glad I wasn’t buying myself a king sized Hershey bar and a jar or peanut butter.)
I got to work and, well, worked, and after awhile, I had a few minutes to eat my muffin.
I opened it up and found…
…smushed.
I found it to be a perfect visual representation of my week.
When I got home on Thursday, I found this…
Yeah, the garbage men picked up the garbage of EVERYONE ELSE in the neighborhood, except for ours.
The bright spot in the week was taking Monkey Girl to a Girl Scout event called Mad science. She loved it, and I loved watching her.
She is such a good girl.
On the way home, I missed my exit off of route 80, and we got stuck in bumper-to-bumper, standing still traffic. We didn’t get home until 9:30.
My wonderful Real Man had a big bowl of popcorn ready for me, so we could snuggle in and watch tv together.
I climbed into bed, reached for the bowl, and…
Amy wept.
Wow! The next few weeks should be looking pretty good following all this drama! Hang in there–summer is almost here.
Comment by Carla — May 8, 2010 @ 5:34 pm |