-woke up in a dog-poo covered bed.
-spilled moderately hot coffee over my freshly-showered body.
-splashed super-mentholated foot soak in my eye.
-while whirling toward the sink to rinse my eye, bashed my head into an open cupboard door.
-had a client repeatedly grab my arm, marveling at my "guns", while asking where I work out.
Hey, it can only get better, right? RIGHT?!
*sigh*
Don't answer that.
10 comments:
Probably not a good day to try a Brazilian Bikini Wax (on purpose anyway).
Oh SUCH fun... For 'most' people, things come in threes... looks like you get fives! Hang in there Lady!
Just repeat to yourself:
"Boston is coming. Boston is coming. Boston is coming."
And we'll close the cupboard doors to protect your noggin.
:o, It looks like you should not have gotten out of bed. Um, it's always darkest before the dawn.???
Go buy a lottery ticket. Maybe things will even out.
Yikes! The dog-poo-covered bed would have been enough to make my day. You're just being greedy, enjoying all of those other little treats :-)
Probably not a good day to try a Brazilian Bikini Wax (on purpose anyway).
Yeah, if you're this accident prone it's best to leave that to the pros.
Again, this is why the dogs don't belong on the bed. Shit in my bed would ruin my damn week.
You know, that's about as bad a morning as I've heard of in a long time. As for the dogs, unless they were ill, they'd be sleeping somewhere else.
Just to clarify, one of my dogs pooped on a wee-wee pad (as they are allowed to do , depending on circumstances) and Tucker STEPPED on a piece and tracked it back into the bed. ALL OVER the bed. He sleeps under the covers, you know. And to add something to the snippets which I left out for TMI reasons, I spent about fifteen minutes of my morning scrubbing Tucker's paw, since the poo had set like cement. Talk about PITA.
You know, they really should allow you to carry a taser for the grabby/suggestive massage patrons...and if anyone bitches, just say it's for the ElectroStimulation therepy sessions...
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