Nothing has been going right since last night. Initially all I wanted was an ice-cream. Very innocent right? I asked L. to go through the DQ drive-thru for me. After waiting for at least 10 minutes, with colourful commentary from L. like "What the hell is going on here, next there will be a big shoot-out" and our very articulate and well versed cashier, who seemed to only be able to say "There ya go" repeatedly, I finally had the ice cream in my grubby little hand. Looking back at the whole situation, I probably should have known better than to actually open it. I could see the ice cream seeping above the cover, but yet my need for the ice cream was so much greater than me forecasting what was going to happen next, which of course was a complete and utter mess. I open the ice cream, and it split ALL OVER ME! All over my pants, my jacket, everything. Not to mention I was sitting in L's brand new car, so I couldn't let it drip all over the car like I wanted to. I tried to salvage it...but it was too far gone. I had to chuck it. Nothing pisses me off more than having to throw ice cream away. Then this morning in my half awake stupor I was getting my coffee in the hospital cafeteria. Cranky Gail was working as usual, and I am still trying to get on her good side. So I am making my way to the front of the line, talking with the other half awake people, pay for my coffee and as I start to leave....I see my coffee leaving my hand in slow motion and heading towards the floor. It was quite the mess. I somehow kept from crying while Cranky Gail huffed and complained about the mess she had to clean up, got another coffee and I have been sitting here ever since sincerly hoping that the weekend is going to go a little better. Ugh.
girly weight loss logic?
and coffee in the am is horrid. try tea. doesn't make you're breath smell so awful.
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