Bad Day

I had a bad day. It wasn't that anything extremely terrible happened, or that any one particular person was an ass to me. It was just one of those days. You know, where you end up having to wait to walk the dogs because it starts pouring rain. Then you're already running late for work just to re-discover that you don't have enough gas to get to work. When you finally do arrive to work your boss is sitting right there noting that you're an hour late. Then you drop your birth control pill into your purse and end up having to dump every single thing out to find it, cause we don't want no babies! Then your boss keeps annoying you about the grad students and what you have planned for them to do all day (seriously, calm the eff down, I got this). Then thanks to an illy (wait is that a word?) timed fire drill and your boss interrupting you several more times you discover that you only accomplished one thing today. Just to end the day with pouring rain on the way home (thanks to the drought people in Texas have forgotten what that liquid substance is and are terrified of it when in a vehicle) and getting behind someone on that last stretch of road doing 30 in a 55 mph zone.

It's ok though. I got a kiss from Ben and picked up two forties of Olde English and two scratch off tickets on the way home. With a few more kisses and some more cuteness from the dogs, these worries will melt away.