Siiiiigh

I'm having one of those days.

The no good really horrible everything that could go wrong has, days.

To start? I swapped the laundry out, and broke a nail. Not the tip off one, so I could file it down, no I ripped the damn thing right and proper across the nail bed. I'm pretty sure I fainted. Or I should have. I was going to give super glueing it a shot, but, well, the last incident with glue (and a hot glue gun) didn't go as well as planned, so I'm staying far away from something that could glue me to my steering wheel.

I need to leave, for an appointment.

Only, it's also raining, so hard I can barely make out my car, sitting there forlornly in the driveway. I threw Pucker out on the deck this morning; she huddled under the two inch gutter, trying to stay dry...only to bolt out the front door, to frolic in the rain. Frolic I tell you! What the hell is the matter with her? It's exactly the same rain, only this time? There's WET GRASS under her paws. Personally, I would totally have peed on the floor if I were her, instead of parading around, nose to the ground, getting soaked.

Wet beagle odor is overtaking the whiz odor. Seems she did go inside too. Sigh.

It is not beautiful.

I am not enjoying the cheese danish I bought, from one of those Big Chain stores, because it is not as the box clearly displays, cheese, but apple.

I am not in the mood for apple. I'm not even sure I care for apple danish. Come to think of it, no, I don't. Especially when I wanted cheese, and the box said cheese.

I'm supposed to be napping, eating healthy and all that stuff as surgery on the jaw is next week, and I'm barely squeaking by with the whole "Gee, I'd no idea I had pneumonia last week!" - for the record? Baby doctors at MGH do not, indeed, appreciate being asked if they read the x-rays correctly, or if the x-ray machine had been recently recalibrated, as I'd read online somewhere that there was an x-ray machine that made everyone look like they had a broken skull, only they didn't. The machine was working funky.

That didn't really fly as well as I'd planned.

I'm not sure questioning the baby doctors endears me to them, which might, come to think of it, be a good idea, since they'll all be standing around watching this surgeon dig in my face. I'd hate to think I'd pissed off the one he might choose to hold my head in place. Most likely mouthing off at them, using my Big Words from my anatomy class proves anything other than I was in the mood to be a complete and utter ass.

It's raining, so hard that I'm nervous to leave, as the last time it rained this hard, I blew up a car. I'm not in the mood to repeat that experience. Honestly, I'm starting to pick up the thread that I'm not in the mood to do much of anything, save for go back to bed, begin today all over again.

I don't see that happening.