I feel as though someone has put a great big "Kick me!" sign on my back.
It all started last night when our beloved outdoor president kitty, Tucker, died in my arms. Buck and I cried off and on the rest of the evening and, no surprise, there was a black cloud hanging over us when we got up this morning.
Then, I left early this morning to do my bi-weekly shopping and vittles trip to our biggest town about 30 miles away. No big deal....normally.
On one of my 23 stops, I opened the checkbook to write a check for my purchase. Crap. Buck had given me a checkbook with no checks in it. Easy fix. I used our debit card.
Next, I'm in Wal-Mart and, as I bend over to pick up something off a shelf, my sunglasses slip out of the neck of my blouse, hit the floor and become a sunglass puzzle. Semi-okay fix. I have another pair in the car.
I bought a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch and found a nice shady place to eat it while I took a few minutes to regroup. When I reach into the bag for the sandwich my watch falls into my lap. Crap. The watchband broke. I put the watch in my purse. Can't do anything about it immediately.
So I decide to enjoy my sandwich. I take a bite and think that cheese shouldn't be crunchy, so I roll my tongue around to locate the crunchy nugget. Lucky me, it's a huge filling out of one of my top teeth. At this point I'm lovin' life.
Knowing that our dentist's day off is Thursday, I call Buck and ask him to make an appointment for me for Friday. The tooth doesn't hurt, but I'm a little leery about waiting until Monday. Buck called me back, saying the dentist is out of the office until Monday and that I have a 2 p.m. appointment for that day. Oh, well. I did what I could. However, the sandwich was yummy. It's only about 1 p.m. and I have about 4 more hours ahead of me before I can leave to go home.
By 3:45 I'm beat and out of money, so I get in the car to head home. Car won't start. Doesn't even click or make any kind of noise indicating that it wants to start. Call Buck again. He comes to get me. We transfer a "full" station wagon full of groceries, etc. from one car to another. Then we drive straight to our mechanic's place in our town, give him the keys to my car, tell him where it is and what happened.
When it was all said and done, we didn't get home until about 5:30. Hurried to get everything in the house before the rain started. Now, it's raining steadily and we can't bury Tucker. Crap and half!!
Okay, I'm done venting.
