You know -- I should have stayed in bed this morning when my alarm failed to go off. Waking up late was just the perfect start (and an omen of things to come) for today. That's one strike.
I showered, and got dressed for work, unearthing a cute pair of shoes that I intended to wear with the new skirt and blouse that arrived in yesterday's mail. Halfway through lunch, I realized why I never wear those shoes -- they hurt like a sonofabeech. I have blisters on almost every single toe. And one in the ball of my left foot. Score two for Team Misery!
I get home tonight (late, of course) after taking a pile of Girl Scout Cookie money to the troop leader, and start in cooking dinner. It hits me in the middle of wrapping egg rolls: "Dummy! You signed up to do Wednesday Whine this week!" Crap! And there goes strike number three.
Call this game on account of brain delay, people. I am probably not coordinated enough to manage to make it to my bed without either injuring myself, or calling the wrath of the gods down on me tonight. Pray that I come through unscathed. Sorry for the delay. You may now commence the whining!