Ever had a bad day?
I mean, like a reallllly bad day.
The kind that is so epically bad you have surpassed Bridget Jones turkey-curry buffet status and just gone straight to “are you sh*tting me life?”
Well, this was me a few weeks ago. It was such an epically bad day that its taken me this long to write about it.
First, my office was under construction, so I had been getting shuffled from random cube spot to random cube for about a week. I was a box/bag lady, just carrying loads of file folders from one locale to the next. But this was the least of my worries.
Given that it was nearly 100+ degrees out, I found it odd that my AC wasn’t cooling the house off. OH WAIT. That’s because it was broken. And not like “oh you just need a new hose” broken, we are talking busted-broken. As in, not fixable.
Goodbye shoe budget…
Luckily, the bright side was that it was Friday. And I only had 60-something hours on my time sheet. It’s the little things, right?
Then, I had a crafting fail.
As I was carefully trying kitchen twine around lovingly constructed invites to a summer bbq (post to follow), my sister rolls up and goes “I’m pretty sure you have the RSVP phone number wrong.”
#FML.
Did I mention the final owner of the invites proofread them?
To make matters even more miserable, I proceeded to drive home. Where I forgot to put the prius in park. And rolled into my garage door. Making a dent. #FMLx2.
Needless to say, I ended the night by drinking wine.
Straight from the bottle.
But hey, at least parking in my driveway is free.
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Is the upside that I noticed before they were mailed out?
UGH this is as bad as when I mailed your bridal shower invites with no date on them.
I don’t even remember that!