It sure feels like a Monday. Perhaps I fell into some cosmic wormhole and skipped right to Monday?? Hmm, worth investigating.
For whatever reason, I slept like crap last night. Poor lil Pickles is still fighting some bottom molars, so he didn't sleep that great either. When I woke up, my whole body ached. Body...boday....booody...what's up with that? It just doesn't look right. Let me spell check right quick here. Interesting. Spell check didn't have a problem with any of my spellings of "body." Weird.
Wait, where am I? Where was this blog going? Oh yes, yes. Today isn't really Friday, it's Monday. Got it. Back on track here. So, crappy sleep, achy body. On top of those two things, my house cleaning gnome TOTALLY bailed on me last night. I woke up to a dirty house! The nerve of that little guy! I'm writing him a strongly worded letter. Can gnomes read?
Ugh, so I had to do the dishes, laundry, and pick up before work. The twins, of course, were in great moods. By great, I mean their heads didn't do complete 360s and they didn't spit split pea soup at me. They did, however, hide my hairbrush and sunglasses from me. I bet I look awesome driving down the road. Hair like a crazy person and all squinty-eyed from the lack of sunglasses.
The cherry on top of my morning was that my Tahoe wouldn't start. Damn. Called the dealership and they can squeeze me in...on Wednesday. Happy Friday kids!
