Monday was a buggering crap-tacular day if there ever was one. You know that book about the kid named Alexander who had a bad day? My day took Alexander's day and gave it an enema. With a coat hanger. A wire coat hanger. That was how bad my day was.
The day didn't end as horribly as it began -- which is a good thing or you would be reading a story on the news tomorrow (today) about this woman who went stark raving mad and beat the living tar out of everyone she ever met. I was very angry today in a Hulk sort of way where I am surprised my clothes didn't burst off of me in a fit of huge angry growth hormones while I ripped off someone's leg and beat them to death with it.
Did I mention I'm PMSing too? It's a great combination. Please come see me if you want a punch in the throat.
The day was a miserable b!tch of a day that was punctuated by me leaving the room to cry out of absolute anger. I am weird that way. Get me angry and I will burst into tears and cry the entire time I am mad at you.
I had settled down eventually, being that I immediately left the location of my terrible, no good, I will kill you, stupid asshat day and went to spend time with The Guy and some friends. I got good conversation, lots of a support and a healthy dose of emotional eating. Then, I jumped on a plane to Edmonton to meet up with the sister LynnieC and start the process of packing. We stayed up too late watching Glee, episodes of So You Think You Can Dance from the last 2 seasons and then reading for awhile.
Once the lights went out, the horribleness of the beginning of my day came back to me. Within half an hour, I was livid with rage and my stomach was in knots. So, I decided to get up in an attempt to quell the angry beast inside me. I figured a few hours on Cute Overload would help. Puppies always help.
|Monty embarrassed by his fly-away hair.*|
*I'm embarrassed about my lack of camera skills. It was with the auto setting even!!