Going to the 9:00 am Jazzersize class and the
old bags elderly ladies next to you pick up the dance moves waaaaay before you.
Not remembering to have paid the power bill.
Buying cherry tomatoes at the grocery store for your lunch-time wrap only to find that they are growing a cottony-slimy mold in the middle of the package. Yeeew.
Buying wine for tonight's girls' night out and opening the bottle BEFORE you leave. *RING-RING* Hello! AA? It's me, Kimber. Can I sign up?
Discovering that your favorite jeans have a UHM, fatal flaw in the bum area from the damn dryer. (THEY COST $79!)
Finding a printed out pic of MC-Fuckin'-Hammer in your printer.Why, LORD, Whyyyyy?
The cat pretending to barf up a hairball, only to trot away merrily when you arrive in the room.
(Can't touch this!)
Having the MC Hammer repertoire running through your head.
Having your STUPID stomach muscles STILL hurt from Adv. Pilates. (THE PAIN! It HURTS!) Goddammit. My friend is SO not getting a b-day gift. (We have the same b-day, believe it or not.)
WEEKEND: Bring it on. I need
another a drink.
P.S. Teamy- I feigned a sore stomach last night, only to have the husband ALL over my boobage this morning hoping for some action. Sheeesh, you just can't get a break some days.