Pity Party, Not A Well Done Day

You know those days that start out bad and just don't get better?  Not worse, just not better?  This is one of those days.

 This morning I was up early to drop TheHub off at his office. (For those of you who go to bed at a regular time 5:15 might be normal.  I go to sleep between 2-3 am and anything before 7 seems just unholy.) He was leaving mid-morning for a business trip, then flying from Georgia to meet me in NYC, and didn't want to leave his car in the office parking lot for so many days.  Fair enough, and I understand his reasoning. Since he was packing for 2 different places, requiring different types of clothes, he was a little distracted and we left for his office at 7 rather than 6:30 as planned.  Irritating to me because it put me in the middle of rush hour in the worst part of town for traffic. (A 40 minute round trip became 1:15 minutes)

It was still not a huge issue.  Even with the longer commute, I still had time to get to class by 9:30. All was fine until I was 1 mile from my exit.  The traffic stalled, I stalled, the guy behind me didn't and plowed into my rear.  Crap!  After waiting on the side of the road for the police and official report for another 1 hour and 10 minutes I was getting a little testy.  (If you ever hear the universe telling you to do something, no matter how subtle the hint is, LISTEN!  Normally I would have thrown on whatever I was wearing last night and looked like death warmed over to drive TheHub. This morning I actually had my hair somewhat done, no residual eye makeup, and was wearing coordinated clothes. It made standing on the shoulder of the interstate slightly less assaulting to the gozillion cars that passed.)

No one was injured and both cars were drivable but class was a moot point. Still not a major problem. Since I am going to NYC I was debating skipping it anyway.

About the time I got in the house and settled down for a cup of coffee, Son3 called to tell me the tickets he thought were comped would not actually be, so I needed to call the venue and reserve seats. Now remember I am going early and TheHub will not be there until Friday, and he planned to only see the Saturday show.  Which is sold out.  I was able to get tickets for me Thursday, but TheHub is SOL.  There is a chance he/we can get standby tickets if we get to the venue 1 1/2 hours before showtime. If not, we will have spent a small fortune only to say hello to Son3, eat out a few times and sleep in a hotel for a few nights.

Since then, nearly everything I have touched has messed up some how or another. The garbage bag burst and stuff went everywhere, I found a liquified errant zucchini in the crisper, missed the recycling pick-up (waiting for policeman), got stung by a flying critter and stumped my toe.   I am hoping that this is the odd day for the week and it will end when I go to sleep.

Instead of leaving tonight I'm glad I am flying dark o'thirty in the morning.

p.s I should have told everyone about Sonya Ann's giveaway but forgot to.  It is over, but pop in at her place here.  She has a wonderful way of looking at the world!  Also go to Amazon and pick up her book.  I have just started reading it and am really enjoying it.