The Giant Day of Suck & Necessary Cures

Today was the giant day of SUCK.  Not for any reason in particular.  Just for a million tiny ones.  You know that day when you hate to even breathe the words, "if ONE more thing goes wrong, I will scream," because u know that you will be screaming the very next moment.  I digress.... to illustrate that, did you see that assinine "u" sitting over there in place of a you?  Double Ewe Tea Eff.  I don't even do that when texting the 18 year old sister, but for some unknown reason I typed it and there it will lie because I am not going back to fix it. 

Right.  Back to the day of SUCK.  So it begins last night when I decide not to Shred.  That's right.  I skipped a day because I could not bring myself to do it.  I have yet to tell the girls over at September Shred, but I will.  So I decide I am going to take an Advil PM because I wanted to get some good sleep and Jimminy Cricket is living in our basement and Dave can't find him so he makes all kinds of freaking noise at 2 am which as of late is my bedtime.  No one else in this house cares about Jimminy because they're all SLEEPING and Dexter the Wonder Cat obviously would sit on his fat cat ass instead of doing his JOB.  Anywho, this morning I wake up to Finnegan talking about something and I'm not really paying too much attention because I think that Dave is up with him.  Well, it's Monday and I don't realize it until FIFTEEN minutes later when Dave doesn't come jump back into bed with me or start brewing coffee that he is indeed at work, you know, because it's MONDAY. 

I'm not going to get into all the nitty gritty of short naps, a crazy 2 year old, making black bean nachos for dinner because I couldn't think of anything more creative, a late husband, blog block, and the fact that my house is a mess and I'm hosting a party tomorrow that my mother in law is attending, my mother aka: Joan Crawford of clean, as are a few friends who have not been to my house before.   So yeah.  One of those days.  The more I talk about it, the more I beget more weird shit happening so I am stopping now and telling you what fixed it.





Even now as I am typing, it's playing in the background, I'm laughing.  It's amazing how when you leave it to the radio gods to fix your shitty day, they bring it.  Big time.  Incidentally, I knew a 6' 4" Belgian full of muscles, but he was from Antwerp not Brussels.

Take a look at the rest of my goodness...

The last tea roses of summer holding on for dear life.  Yummy beer bread cooling on the kitchen window sill.  Finnegan's soccer socks.  All of my Tastefully Simple dips ready to be made for tomorrow's party with Noelle.  A Starbuck's pumpkin latte courtesy of my most excellent husband.  And last, but certainly not least, my Nanny Goats in Panties pen now living on my fridge!



So what's your cure for a Giant Day of Suck?