Have you ever had one of those days?
You know the kind... the power goes out at 7:30 a.m. right in the middle of getting ready for work. Mascara is applied in the dark and your hair has to be pulled back to try and pull off a semi-professional look. Realizing that the garage will not open automatically due to the electricity outage, you yank it open with all your force. Then your day worsens when the co-worker problem is only exacerbated by terrible mishandling of a third party and for fear of getting dooced you choose not to write any specifics on your blog. You come home feeling tired and hungry. You decide that it is finally time to cook a proper meal. However, you cupboard lacks enough ingredients to make anything substantial. While deciding what to do with the situation you purchase some music online that is sure to make you cry so you hold off on actually listening to it. The decision is made to cook so it is off to the grocery store. You think your luck is shifting when you hop in to the shortest line... until you realize that the two customers in front of you have food stamps. You end up waiting longer than any other line. You come home and decide that tonight would be a good night to christen your Pampered Chef food chopper thingy. You manage to use it improperly and watch helplessly as green peppers fly all over the kitchen. Despite the warning of sharp blades, you cut your finger pretty nicely on them during clean up. You would rather just vegetate in front of the television but you have nagging feelings of guilt for neglecting your blog. Rather than wait until you might be able to pull of a mildly entertaining post, you indulge yourself and write about the crap of a day you had.
If you have ever had a day like that, I can empathize.
Christmas in Canada
7 years ago
7 comments:
wow... i hope tomorrow goes much better, and thanks for the new word. i wonder how many words have come to fruition specifically from blogging.
You should write country music.
oh yeah, I figured dooced was a past tense action word that smelled bad.
Oh boy, doesn't sound like a fantastic day. We had one like that too... little Miss A had a very unpleasant medical test today. At one point she lost her voice from screaming and regained it in time to scream, "I hate this stupid test". It also involved a bed pan, but she did have the option of choosing blue or pink. She went with pink.
Somehow I managed to hold off on my tears until it was over.
Yeah, don't go getting dooced. I'll call ya later to see what the hay is going on.
Oh and speaking of cooking, I just came accross that chocolate hot pepper soup recipe we tried out! Ha.
I'd rather be dooced than lanced, btw.
Your mother has a history of violence to digits when handling sharp objects, so just blame your blade klutz on yer genes.
Your mother has a history of violence to digits when handling sharp objects, so just blame your blade klutz on yer genes.
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