This morning, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I woke up disgruntled and irritated. Then I went to the bathroom and started to brush my teeth. I noticed after I was done that I used the wrong toothbrush. Yep, the wrong toothbrush.
I took my car in and a new oil pan is in order….something clinked it. Great.
Next, I was just irritated for no reason then the story became a trickle down effect. I was cussing up a storm just because frankly I didn’t care. I read an article in the news that really aggravated me, someone said something that was just caddy, then out of no where it started to rain….again.
Original plans were as follows:
-Drop car off
-Finish my work and correspondence
-Go drop groceries off at Herb’s
-Pick up samples and go home for the day
Made some email correspondence to pick up some samples and that ended up being one huge mess. Came back from lunch. I get an email….”hey we want to leave by 2pm so, please pick them up before that point! Thanks, see you then!” Left right away and I wrote down the wrong number, walked into the wrong place then, went to the chamber. It was across the street so, that wasn’t bad. Then, I knocked. And knocked. I called my contact twice while there and no answer…then I got in my car and started back to work. This wouldn’t have been such a bad situation if I didn’t have to drive 1/2 hour to get there and change my original plans around significantly. Well she called me back and met me half way. No real conversation was exchanged except for a thanks. 1 hour and a half of another later…I was finally off to visit Herb.
On the drive back into town, I had ripe bananas that were in the car stinking it up. FYI, I was driving my dad’s car since mine was still in the shop. My dad CANNOT STAND the smell of bananas…so I roll the windows down. Then it started raining, so I roll the windows up. This happened about 5 times. By this time I am yelling at the skies above me “would you make up your freaking minds!!! I am trying to avoid a PROBLEM here!?” Then kept driving. OH then I forgot! MY CELL PHONE DIED. Great. Just great.
I proceeded to drive straight to work and had my sister drop me off to get my car then I drove straight to Herb’s humble abode. No time wasted at all. Herb calls with 2 seconds left of juice on my phone and I show up looking like I had been in a tornado. Bananas and groceries in hand, no one really said anything. I did see one of my favorite residence (he totally put me in a great mood) Jimbo who was pulling weeds and checking on his tomato plants. He is such a kind soul. He has terminal cancer and just is doing his thing. Only a matter of time I suppose. Upon talking to him, I zipped up to see Herb where the only prophetic thing I could say was “Holy Fuck”. Yup. That was exactly what I said. He looked at me with his head turned to the side confused…then he repeated, “HOLY FUCK?, holy fuck?? Sit down lets talk about it.”
I explained my whole day and why it was just so crazy. We were laughing so hard we were crying. It was the perfect end to the day. Then I flat-out told him I was on the rag (because this is the kind of relationship we have) and he just looked and said guys have their own cycle too. Made me feel better. He just knows how to cheer me up. It was just what I needed. Then we had to get him off to a hair apt. downstairs. As we got into the elevator, he just repeated “holy fuck” twice under his breath and shook his head. He was giggling. I reminded him that was our little secret…hahaha. Oh man did he get a kick out of that!
I love that man dearly. I am so blessed to have a friend such as he!
OVER AND OUT HOMIE!