Thud...Thud...Thud...

I tripped over my dog this morning while getting out of bed.  I should have taken that as a sign just to lay back down, cover back up (head included) and wait for the day to pass.  But no.  I had to press forward and hope for the best.

I dropped my brand new book into a tub of hot water not five minutes later.  The tub water was clean, though...and blessedly empty.  The book was somewhat saved thanks to a 20 year old hair dryer and a dry wash cloth.  It looks a little (okay, a LOT) worse for the wear, but it's still readable.  The pages didn't dry together, either.

A mere two hours later, I realized that my shirt was on backwards...and covered with a fine lint.  I don't mean "fine" as in "awesome" or "sexxxy", either.  Baby fine.  I turned the shirt around and took to the lint with a large wad of inside out packing tape.  Special thanks to my co-worker Lees for the heads up and advice.

Next, the candy machine ate my only dollar, flipping me the bird in lieu of a package of delectable (Herr's) Hot 'n' Honey Cheese Curls.  I settled for some almonds that were stored in my desk instead.  *sigh*  You know it's bad when you opt for Emergency Almonds.


A late morning trip to the bathroom alerted me to the fact that my...uh...draws were on inside out.  In a panicked attempt for sanity, I texted Tracy.

Me:  Left the house 2day w/ shirt on backwards and draws inside out.  This day *will* end eventually, right?

Not a minute later, I received the following:

Tracy:  Bound to.  Nowhere is it written 'and it came to STAY'.

I began to feel better...

...until I realized I'd forgotten my lunch at home.

Thank God for those almonds, man....