My day was... OMG. Like, I woke up at 4 for yoga after being ASSURED by my online pharmacy my meds would come on time. They did not. I have enough for tonight. I am WIPED. Work was... work was extremely frustrating at one point and I am not going to tolerate one of my little ducks ask me if I put on "14 lbs at the gym the last two weeks," or something. I was like, "Whut? For a female, that would be a period of mourning, not a boast. Also, FOURTEEN POUNDS? (I did not like say THAT out loud because I want to drug test that so-and-so for roids.) Anyway, he was like, "Well you empathize with everyone." I was like, "Yes. I can actually form genuine connections with people which is the sign of a fully functioning human being, which you clearly are not. Yet. So, you and I are going to be having a very serious conversation about the things you say to me in MY group, not YOUR group, next week. If you listen very hard, you may learn that it is super hard to empathize with folks when you are a gigantic a

e. Which you are kind of being but the rest will be said in private so you do not feel your underlying shame revealed before the entire group."
Then the next dude's in line GF died yesterday.... I did not say, "Feeling EMPATHETIC a

?" But I wanted to. But I did not because I was talking to death dude.
I was cranky. My husband KNEW he had killed my battery because he does not LOVE my car the way I do, and treated it badly. I could drive that thing until the end of my days and it would still perform its best, because I LOVE It. According to the guys fixing it, they were like, "OMG DID THE AIRBAGS go off?" I guess usually they do with that type of but my car was all, "No, driver who loves me, wake up keep driving me we are so happy together." I mean I drove it across the COUNTRY like that. Then husband had to drop me to work and did not leave enough time for like, uh, battery revival. I was like, "It's a freaking MANUAL let's ROLL start it (we live on a hill.) That would have been fine if in all innocence I had not ASSUMED the husband turned it ON. So we wasted a lot of hill but it set off this super annoying cascade of "I might be late" texts and I am cranky.
THEN we went and like deposited the giant check. Thank GOD the real estate lady is like, "I can't meet this weekend."
I gonna rest. I would finish my video review but I just can't. I am so so tired. Sigh. Tomorrow double dog swear.
Hamburgers at nine. I am going to sleeeeeeeeeeeep.
One step closer. The bank treated us like royalty I kinda wanted to be like, "Listen ladies um, seriously this check is a one time thing.
Not overall the best day or the worst. I really need to get a house so my freaking husband does NOT ruin my car. I BET YOU ANYTHING I could get that thing going in snow and ice just FINE.
It's front wheel drive. Clearance is the issue. But I bet if I loved it enough.... You should have seen the WASHES I drove it
through I probably couldn't and it was like, "Yay, yayya Anna fun."
I think I love my car more than most people today, but I Feel Justified.
Mixers away.
@Territoo I am keeping FINGERS FIRMLY CROSSED for your eye.
Anna