|Maybe not the worst Monday ever...
||[Dec. 8th, 2008|08:28 am]
But so far, right up there. |
Let's face it, any day that begins with you sitting naked on the toilet and suddenly realizing that the lovable geezer greyhound snuggling up to you for petting has lost control of his bladder and is pissing on your leg.
And then he realizes what he's doing and trots off LIKE A GOOD DOG TO HIS PEE PAD IN THE BEDROOM but of course, pissing the entire way...
So by the time I mop that up, put cleaner on it, I'm now egregiously late in getting the whole "Good Morning Show" going, especially since it's trash day, so there's all that to take care of as well.
But we managed to get out the door at a fairly reasonable hour and the Captain's train was running late, so he made it and I did not have to drive everyone to the metro. Yay, the day's getting better already!
Until I got stuck behind a backhoe along the backroads, driven by someone who was either too ignorant or too much of a b-hole to pull off to the side of the road and let us get by. So, late after all. Grrrr.
On the other hand, the Alsatian Spice Cake I baked this weekend and brought in to fatten the office is delicious.