My neighbor is pouring cement and is running one of those mini cement mixers and has been for like 3 hours and the noise makes me want to scream.
Sweat gives me a rash. I’m exercising every day. You see the issue.
I somehow managed to hulk out and tear the front thigh area of my work pants. Now I have to sew them up and I’m laaaaazzzyyyyy.
This morning I dropped the earthenware sugar bowl and it broke, making a huge mess.
I don’t know if dropping it was caused by my hand problems or if it was normal human clumsiness. I worry that it is the former.
My next sugar bowl will not be easily broken.
This might be more of a moderately sized complaint but I am so fucking sick of chasing down clients to pay me. One has told me that “the check is in the mail” then “oh whoops, must have mailed it to the wrong address, let me Venmo you today” then crickets after I send her my Venmo information. Another client waits until he gets a big late fee and then tells me “oh I mailed it last week” and asks me to waive the fee but when the check comes it is clearly postmarked for the day after I sent him the late fee.
I wish they just wouldn’t lie. If payment is an issue just be straight up about it.
I took my little dude swimming this afternoon and it was so much fun. We played and played and played.
But I have some complaints:
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He rightly pointed out that in the pool is the only time I play with him. Oh shit. He is developmentally younger than his physical 12 years and likes active, interactive play like a 6 year old. He loves time with me. I should be playing with him.
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I far surpassed my healthy activity level for the day and now I can’t move. Every part hurts and I am bone weary. They are bringing me dinner as I lie on my back in bed and try not to move.
But the pool was so fun.
I almost stormed out at work. Maybe I should have?
My lunch and contai ers (glass, new) and soda stream bottle are at work
I accidentally bought a frozen pizza with mushrooms on it, so now I have to perform surgery on each piece before I eat it. Why didn’t my palate ever mature enough to eat grown-up food?
Would wine or vodka or weed help make it fun?
As it happens, I will soon be consuming vodka (1:1:1 with Frangelico and Bailey’s, so basically dessert)! But wine and weed are grown-up stuff. Nope. But I like the way you think.
Mmmm Bailey’s
The cat decided to puke her breakfast up on the carpet before I had my first sip of coffee.
Flu shot in my left delt. Not compatible with sleep. And sitting up was barely compatible with sleep
I seem to be unable to explain to executive leadership that the lowest bidder is
- Lying about the quote, they are guaranteed to overrun on cost
- Unlikely to do good work even with the cost overrun
- Guaranteed to be very difficult to work with and will make our lives miserable.
This isn’t complicated, but no one seems to get it.
Uggggggggggggggg.
This is the worsssssssst.
:<<<
Under bidders are scary.
There are smudges on my front and back driver-side doors like someone took their fingers and smudged them down the door handle. I don’t know if someone tried to break into my car last night or what. Times like these I wish we had a garage and not just a car port.
I am awake but I am cranky.
I ate chocolate chia pudding for breakfast but am still hungry.
I’m trying to give away some vertical blinds that came with the house but so far no one from our neighborhood wants them and our local Habitat for Humanity restore doesn’t want them. There’s a thrift store that will probably take them but I wouldn’t have time to go until next week and I want the blinds gone now.
I can’t find my phone. I can hear it buzzing when I send myself a text, but I can’t figure out where the buzzing is coming from. Mystery!