It's official. I hate everyone and everything. Starting with Kip, who ran out the back door when I was letting Paco in this morning. I had to muck through mud, thanks to all the recent rain, to grab him out of the bushes, while Paco jumped all over me, "helping." Of course, I had to get to work so didn't have time to change. Spent the day in a muddy shirt.
I had two shakes at work, and since it's Saturday and I only work until 2pm, I planned on having a strawberry/vanilla double shake when I got home. One thing. Is it too much to ask, as someone who pretty much only uses cups for meals, to actually have a clean cup anywhere in the house? Meltdown ensued. Obviously I can't make it to 3pm on two shakes. So my son cleared no less than 13 cups from his room, I loaded the dishwasher, and now I'm set.
Speaking of my son, he has a couple of friends over for movies and brownies. Now normally I don't mind the brownie nights - in fact, I keep several boxes of Betty Crocker Brownie Mix on hand for these occasions. And usually they eat the entire batch before my husband or I get any. No big deal. But for crying out loud...brownies? Now???
This has been the worst day so far.