Wrong Side ...

... of the bed. That is the pure description of my day. I got up late and on the wrong side of the bed.

I was wet all weekend from torrential downpours at the Grayson Highlands Festival. And tired to the bone, to boot. So, I overslept. By an hour. I ate cinnamon toast and peanut butter on the way to work. I dropped both on my pants. It looks like I peed in my pants because of the grease stain. Lovely.

I didn't get to wash my hair because I overslept. A pony tail on Monday is a sure sign that the week is starting off on the wrong foot.

The Mister has annoyed me to the point that I just don't even want to speak his name. Just saying, it could be his fault that I overslept. No finger pointing... just saying...

The car is still jumping off and on.... after spending $200 at the mechanics last week and didn't want to run this morning which made me Even Later. I shouldn't be annoyed at the car. At least it has worked. Hard. For nearly 500,000 miles. Maybe I feel like the Mister should do the same...

Wendy's has the worst salad in the world. I guess it is true you get what you pay for; if I had gotten up on time, I was going to have a lovely Amish yogurt cheese and veggie sandwich for lunch. And it was fresh. And still is.... in my refrigerator.

I am wearing tennis shoes because I overslept and didn't lay my clothes out last night because I was too tired and then I couldn't find my knee high hose this morning. At least the shoes are black. Like my pants. And don't have peanut butter on them. Unlike my pants.

You know, as I think about it, maybe I should have stayed in bed instead of getting out on the wrong side....

Go Back To Bed

You know it is going to be a lousy day when:

1. The cat puking on the bed is what wakes you.
2. It is 3:30 a.m. when the cat decides to toss a hair ball on the bed.
3. It is 3:31 a.m. when the Mister jumps up screaming that the cat has left a little present on HIS side of the bed.
4. It is 3:32 a.m. when you are stripping the bed, cleaning up what could be the cat's twin that he ate and is now giving back, which is now on the Mister's side of the bed.
5. It is 3:33 when the bed is changed, the Mister is back in bed, the cat is dosed with Laxatone, and sheets are in the washer and you are wide awake because of the stupidness that started three minutes ago.
6. It is 3:34 when your Airman messages you that he is "going to Hawaii" for a week while you have to stay home with a cat, the Mister, and no sleep.

Sigh.