Yes, I am completely aware of the redundancy of that title.
I won't bore you with (all of) the details, but today was just a grumpy day. So far it's been a grumpy week. Some might argue that it's been a grumpy life, and I just might be happy to chop them off at the kneecaps. I'm just sayin'.
Beginning with the clothing drama this morning. It didn't really begin with that, though. It began with someone who is R-E-T-I-R-E-D getting up at 5:30 AM and screwing up my morning routine. I really wanted to watch Dancing with the Stars from last night.
What I didn't want to do was listen to someone mutter through the whole newscast.
Sorry, I've blogged about that before. Moving on.
THEN came the clothing issues. No time to iron, toes not ready for capris and sandals, too warm for sweaters and turtlenecks. Yay for that. I dug to the back of the closet and picked out something loose and comfy to go with generic gray slacks.
While SOMEONE stood in the doorway, whistling tunelessly. I don't think he knows he does it.
Two outfits later, also dug from the back of the closet, I stomped downstairs.
"That's not what you picked out," he said, glancing up from his precious Soduko puzzle.
OH, SO YOU PICK NOW TO NOTICE WHAT I'M WEARING? AFTER (ALMOST) 13 YEARS? SERIOUSLY?
As I said, it's been a grumpy day. He really is the world's last perfect man. Most of the time.
I realized on the way to school that I hadn't eaten breakfast. Sometimes I take it with me and eat after I get there. Today I forgot, and the only thing I had at school was chicken noodle soup.
Just try starting your day off with chicken noodle soup for breakfast. You'll be mean too, I guarantee. Particularly if you only have one little packet of club crackers to go in it.
Then I grumped at students all day. None of it was undeserved, but grumping takes energy. Then after school we had two interviews, one of whom canceled 10 minutes before her appointment (great first impression), and the other of whom was so totally wrong for our program that I wanted to smack the person who recommended him to us. Except she apparently already has a traumatic brain injury, because that's the ONLY excuse she could have for entertaining the foggiest notion that he would be successful at our school.
I know you're wondering when the hell I'm going to get to the unexpected surprise.
Actually, there were two.
First of all, Hubby wasn't home when I got home. Now don't get me wrong, I love him dearly, but his absence meant that I could watch the recording of DWTS that I thought was going to have to wait until his next golf trip to watch.
Then there was a check (finally) for the ugly motorcycle that I won last October and the guy finally sold it for us. That wasn't unexpected, though.
The unexpected surprise was from a certain motor company's financing division. I thought my car would be paid off in October. We paid way too much money for way too many bells and whistles, and then we got 0% financing, so the payments are waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy too much every month. I was looking forward to October, when I would no longer be enslaved to car payments.
The letter came today informing me that this month I will make my last payment.
I feel like I just got a big raise.
I could almost foot the bill for a Sisters' Weekend in Missouri weekend after next.
I'm just sayin'.