It just hasn’t been my week.
You know how it goes. Fireworks torturing the dog, idiots driving like crazies on the interstate, realizing the doctor’s office gave us the wrong note but not until after we’re home, getting into a car that’s 100°, finding out the new heating element for our oven won’t arrive until the end of July, driving four hours round trip for Phoebe’s cardio checkup, and on and on and on.
Sometimes life sails along smoothly, sometimes sites crash before you can finish the order. C’est la vie. Except not. NOT c’est la vie because I NEEDED THE STUFF. Sheesh.
It just really really hasn’t been my week but hey, one more day and we’ll get to the weekend. Surely that’ll turn things around. Right?