Now THAT'S profound, people. Someone should write that down.
Monday was a craptastic day. Tuesday morning, when I vented my spleen (ooh, I'm on a vocabularistic roll here!), about how cranky I was, I had no idea what was in my immediate future.
The spinny, icky, stomach-lurching, can't-walk-a-straight-line dizzies.
So I got up, went to the gym, exercised so I can plan for more weight gain (gah!) and then walked toward the locker room ... only I wasn't exactly walking toward the locker room.
It wasn't MY fault the floor was moving violently from side to side!
And just for the record, it is NOT fun to drive home when you feel like the road is jiggling. I really was concerned I could have been pulled over for drunk driving. Yes, I was a danger to myself and others. Not proud of it, but there it is.
And I still had to take the Roo-girl and that nasty Carpool Girl to school. I started dialing, looking for likely
So I got back in the car (Danger! Danger, Will Robinson!) and c.a.r.e.f.u.l.l.l.y. drive my precious cargo to school.
Then, because the free world depended on it, I had to go to the post office to make sure that my request for extension IN WHICH I HAD TO INCLUDE BIG BUCKS made its way to the state capital with the appropriately timely postmark on it.
I've driven there a zillion times -- and guess how many wrong turns I took?
Answer: one major, plus three minors in my attempt to correct the major.
With that task taken care of, I took appropriate drugs (which clearly state that I should not operate heavy machinery under its influence -- as if I should have been doing so before!) and crawled back into bed.
Where I watched pictures on my bedroom wall do a little jig -- all by themselves.
I have nowhere clever to go with this, except to say this day sucked rocks.
That makes two in a row.
Can we go for three?