Monday, July 24, 2006

crappy things about my day

Everyone knows there are just days when at some point you realize you should have just stayed under the covers and not gone out into the wide world. Here are some examples:

  • When a bird craps on your arm (or any part of you, for that matter) on your way to the bus stop.
  • When you write an order pursuant to a Judge's request that includes the language "despite counsel's perverse misreading" of the rule, and of course, counsel calls YOU back, because you signed the order.
  • When you drop a great big spoonful of raspberry yogurt on your cream-colored pants. With bits of granola in it that won't rub off your black shirt.
  • When you get in a fight with your husband about him doing you the favor or pre-loading your coffee maker for the morning.
  • When that nit-pickishness spills over into dinner preparation.
The day wasn't all bad, which is why I'm blogging instead of under the aforementioned covers:

  • My first Netflix movie came in the mail. Yay Howl's Moving Castle!
  • Mr. Bump came to meet me at the busstop with the Ru-ster and she made those excited squealing/licking noises at the sight of me.
  • Mr. Bump rocketed down an escalator to get me napkins when I spilled the raspberry f-ing yogurt.
  • I was told that I did everything right on the "perverse misreading" order by a higher-up.
  • The feeling that I'm beginning to know thismuch what to do at my new job. But I'm not getting cocky about it because I know I'll screw up tomorrow.
  • Getting to come home and put my feet up and drink iced tea: priceless.
Nothing much makes up for the crappy f-ing bird, though.


Mrs. Arnold said...

You rock, Mrs. Bump. I love you.

sasha said...

I love the image of Mr. Bump rocketing down the escalator!