But still.
I've been on the phone with our insurance company all day today. You see, some Impatient Idiot decided to try and run me off the road (in a parking lot no less) on Friday. Trying to get all of that taken care of is a pain.
Not much damage was done to my car, but I still want it fixed, and the Impatient Idiot wouldn't give me her name/insurance info.
So that's been fun.
And we weren't home all weekend (we were house/dog (cutest/best dog ever might I add and I'm NOT a dog person)/cat/fish sitting) so I've been playing catch up all day. I may have called out of work today because I don't feel good. Honestly. I need 42 hours in a day here recently.
Meet Bucky. The sweetie I was telling you about?
Meet Bucky. The sweetie I was telling you about?
Now Jess is e-mailing me trying to figure out how I want this/that done (she's trying to make my blog awesome) and I can't e-mail her back fast enough (for me) because?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT.
I feel inept at trying to explain things about stuff I barely know anything about. That's why I have Chris. But he's at work (in a meeting). So I don't have him to bounce ideas off/HELP me decide how to answer the questions that she has so I can e-mail her back.
I'm a nightmare. Honestly. You should see me today. Thank goodness it's Monday (workout day) and I can get rid of some of this frustration on the elliptical.
Not frustration at anyone, just at myself. For not being fast enough, smart enough, thin enough, or GOOD enough. Today.
Tomorrow better watch out.


1 comment:
You're very silly. You weren't a nightmare AT ALL.
:)
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