Is it Monday again???

I think Tuesday is confused. Tuesday is acting more like its satanic counterpart, Monday!

Let me explain what I mean...other than being busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest, yesterday wasn't really as bad as other Mondays have been. Apparently, I have bad ju-ju. Somewhere along the line, I have lost my good karma...and I am not sure where. I guess I am serving penance for all of those mean thought that I thought towards people. The truth is...this morning SUCKED.

First off, I wake up late. No big deal, it happens. I rush through a bath, get my make up on, feed the cats so they will stop salivating at Bjourne and find that I am already late for work, but I will be there before 9, so I am not stressing...I go to put Bjourne in his kennel and there is no food or water in there. Nare a drop of water to be had. Not I am a little irritated. Jeremy knows that the dogs are his responsibility. I should not have to go to put Bjourne in his kennel and find that he has been neglected by his father. So, I head to the kitchen cussing Jeremy the whole way (maybe that was where I got the bad karma??) I get a cup of food out for Bjourne, set it on the counter, and the next thing I know, (understand that this happened all in under 2.5 seconds.) here comes Jinx and Smudge tearing across the back of the loveseat, across the leather sofa, and up on the counter, where in a whirlwind of flying fur, dog food and glass I find that I am standing in a disaster zone. Not only has my arm been punctured in two seperate areas, but its bleeding worse than I have ever bled before...I am not sure what that was about. There is dog food everywhere, glass everywhere (the F!#$%^& broke my country harvest mail holder.) mail scattered from the kitchen to hell, and I am just standing there wondering if I would get farther if I just picked up a piece of that glass and went to town on my wrists! I calmly go to the bathroom where I locate a regular band aid and a "LOOKIN' GOOD PAL" spongebob bandaid and I clean the wounds. The house is in dead silence. These cats know they are on the precipe of death. I go back to the kitchen and pick up the pieces of my mail holder, which I will make Jeremy try to put back together, and the mail, and realize they broke my tea pitcher that I have asked Jeremy numerous times to stop using to take Bailey water...use an empty gallon water jug! So, I threw that away and then screamed at Jinx, who had the nerve to try and nuzzle me that he ruined everything! By the time I got Bjourne clean food and cleaned up the mess, it was 8:20. I still had to swing into the bank to get money for one of the girls here who had a stroke (get better, Vielka!) So, I finally get in the car and I am headed in...I get stuck in traffic at the pond, they closed the right lane to the bridge, I get off of the bridge and they stop me there to paint little orange squigglies on the road and no one on the interstate knows what the speed limit is. I get on middle ground, and they stop me there to let the UPS drivers out. Do you see why I wanted to just pound my head on the asphalt?! I bet that cop would have loved that!

I got news, I am not doing dishes tonight...and Jeremy will be lucky if I cook dinner! I just pray that this day ends sooner rather than later....