Sounds like SOMEone's got a case of the Muuun-days!
Okay, is it possible to "have a Monday" if you're not working? I might be living proof that it is indeed possible.
I'm still cheesed about some stuff that happened over the weekend, so that taints my attitude to begin with. I'm also cheesed that the scale is giving me a higher number than usual (yeh, right, I had nothing to do with that), and so I'm watching carefully what I eat. Which makes me a little hungry, and thus a little crabby.
So I'm about to go out on a nice, pro-active walk, and Jim suggests I take Abby for a quick walk. She can do a dumper, then I could bring her back and go out for longer walkies for myself. That's an okay idea, so I go to execute.
"Aw, crap," says Jim, "I'm supposed to take the truck in today for that service."
Okay, fine, we'll just take the dog with us in the car. Needless to say, the dog's confused and thinks we're going walkies sans leash.
"Abby, come." No response.
Except that she walks further away, and starts down the street without me. Livid, I run after her and end up grabbing a hunk of fur at her back. She looks shocked! I dragged her back to the house by her collar, scolding her. Poor sweet dog. I hate myself when I get angry at her like that. It's not her fault she's half-deaf, and that I don't work on her recall anymore. No wonder she's not obeying. So for her "punishment" I just left her home while we dropped Jim and his truck off at the dealership.
"Smart" they call this dealership. I beg to differ. Jim had rescheduled his appointment for today, but when we got there, they had apparently dropped the appointment altogether off the books when they'd attempted to reschedule. No matter, we were there. I figured, hey, we weren't late for the 9 a.m. appointment if they didn't even have us on the books. We joked about how expensive it must be for them to buy clues these days.
So then I drove Jim to work, and it's an okay thing. I had a check to deposit in the bank and there's a branch right near Baga. So I pulled to the drive through, and I'm waiting for the guy ahead of me to move through the channel. I have my window open, in preparation for the drive-through service. Suddenly, I felt this heavy plop on my left shoulder/chest. I seriously thought I'd just been pooped on by a very talented and very large bird. I would have accepted that, in comparison. Instead, it was a giant freaking LOCUST* that had plopped onto me. Utterly revolted, I gave a girly scream (probably freaking out folks in the drive thru) and whisked the thing off of me. Then the guy ahead of me in line moved, so I've got to move forward. I figured this giant prehistoric creature was still in the car with me, but I didn't know where he was--oh wait, I did know, right next to the clutch pedal. So I moved the car forward without squishing it (quashing every impulse to squash it). It wasn't moving, but it was buzzing as I poked it around my floorboard with a pen. Eww. I finally managed to flick it out of the now open car door using a piece of folded up paper as a card.
Okay, breathe.
At this point I lost most all of my composure and just started laughing. I wondered what the drive-thru teller was thinking of me as I tossed my head back and laughed. I was starving and I'd had a fairly strange day so far. I decided at this point, I was having a "Monday" and that I needed to tell y'all about it.
I came home, had some lunch, watched some soap (Y&R rocks), and then went for the double walkies that I'd intended to begin with. Abby was much happier with me.
Life is weird, isn't it? Freaking locusts, man.
*Whoa, wait a minute. Not a locust, a cicada!*
I'm still cheesed about some stuff that happened over the weekend, so that taints my attitude to begin with. I'm also cheesed that the scale is giving me a higher number than usual (yeh, right, I had nothing to do with that), and so I'm watching carefully what I eat. Which makes me a little hungry, and thus a little crabby.
So I'm about to go out on a nice, pro-active walk, and Jim suggests I take Abby for a quick walk. She can do a dumper, then I could bring her back and go out for longer walkies for myself. That's an okay idea, so I go to execute.
"Aw, crap," says Jim, "I'm supposed to take the truck in today for that service."
Okay, fine, we'll just take the dog with us in the car. Needless to say, the dog's confused and thinks we're going walkies sans leash.
"Abby, come." No response.
Except that she walks further away, and starts down the street without me. Livid, I run after her and end up grabbing a hunk of fur at her back. She looks shocked! I dragged her back to the house by her collar, scolding her. Poor sweet dog. I hate myself when I get angry at her like that. It's not her fault she's half-deaf, and that I don't work on her recall anymore. No wonder she's not obeying. So for her "punishment" I just left her home while we dropped Jim and his truck off at the dealership.
"Smart" they call this dealership. I beg to differ. Jim had rescheduled his appointment for today, but when we got there, they had apparently dropped the appointment altogether off the books when they'd attempted to reschedule. No matter, we were there. I figured, hey, we weren't late for the 9 a.m. appointment if they didn't even have us on the books. We joked about how expensive it must be for them to buy clues these days.
So then I drove Jim to work, and it's an okay thing. I had a check to deposit in the bank and there's a branch right near Baga. So I pulled to the drive through, and I'm waiting for the guy ahead of me to move through the channel. I have my window open, in preparation for the drive-through service. Suddenly, I felt this heavy plop on my left shoulder/chest. I seriously thought I'd just been pooped on by a very talented and very large bird. I would have accepted that, in comparison. Instead, it was a giant freaking LOCUST* that had plopped onto me. Utterly revolted, I gave a girly scream (probably freaking out folks in the drive thru) and whisked the thing off of me. Then the guy ahead of me in line moved, so I've got to move forward. I figured this giant prehistoric creature was still in the car with me, but I didn't know where he was--oh wait, I did know, right next to the clutch pedal. So I moved the car forward without squishing it (quashing every impulse to squash it). It wasn't moving, but it was buzzing as I poked it around my floorboard with a pen. Eww. I finally managed to flick it out of the now open car door using a piece of folded up paper as a card.
Okay, breathe.
At this point I lost most all of my composure and just started laughing. I wondered what the drive-thru teller was thinking of me as I tossed my head back and laughed. I was starving and I'd had a fairly strange day so far. I decided at this point, I was having a "Monday" and that I needed to tell y'all about it.
I came home, had some lunch, watched some soap (Y&R rocks), and then went for the double walkies that I'd intended to begin with. Abby was much happier with me.
Life is weird, isn't it? Freaking locusts, man.
*Whoa, wait a minute. Not a locust, a cicada!*
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