Yesterday was a very odd day.  I would almost go as far as to say it was a Terrible, Horrible No Good, Very bad day.  But yet, there were also some good things about it.  Wanna hear?  No?  Oh…well, too bad.

So it started off with my alarm clock going off, and let me tell you.  There’s nothing quite like getting out of bed that’ll make me want to get back in it.  My phone started ringing at 8:00, and I pressed the snooze button until 8:15.  Those extra fifteen minutes were going to be great…but no, no.  They didn’t happen.  Here’s what did instead:

Major, our kitten, wandered into my room and at first I thought he just wanted to snuggle, but out of nowhere, he was behind my blinds and beginning to climb the screen in my window.  My bedroom is on the second floor of the house, and the drop from my window is…well, not cat friendly.  I snapped into action quickly, yanking my blinds away from the window sill and grabbing him, narrowly saving his life.  For two seconds I was a real life fireman.  But then Major decided to freak out and knock over my full glass of water.  The water went everywhere…everywhere! On my Kindle, on my Bible, on every picture frame, on every book, on my lap top battery, on my kindle charger, everything.  To say that I regretted saving Major’s life was an understatement.  I actually considered opening the screen and chucking him out the window myself, but I didn’t have time.  By the time I had it all cleaned up, I was in a rush to get ready and leave the house to get to work on time.

Usually I’m not a huge caffeine person.  I try to stay away from it because I already suffer from migraines to begin with, and I really don’t need caffeine headaches on top of those.  But yesterday, I really needed some caffeine.  Quickly I scrambled to make some chai, poured it straight into a thermos, and ran out the front door.  Once I reached my car though I realized that the garage door was somehow left open, and of course, my garage door remote was taken out of my car, so I hopped back out of my car and rushed to shut the garage door.  Finally after that, I was off.

On the way to work, I eagerly grabbed my thermos full of chai that I had made earlier, popped open the lid, and took a huge gulp.  My mind, my body, and especially my tongue were not ready for what was coming. Boiling lava hot chai landed on my tongue and melted me to my core.  “Ahhh!” I exclaimed, trying to recover from the searing pain.  I then proceeded to find out through the rest of my drive that I’m not smart.  No, I’m pretty dumb to be honest…cause I did that same thing probably ten times before I reached Monterey.  Who does that?  Who burns their tongue ten times in row knowing that it hurt the last time, but thinking oh mayyybe it’ll be cooler now that sixty seconds has passed.  I do, that’s who.

After work, I was in a hurry to leave and get to the CHOMP Blood Center before they closed so I could give blood.  But the parking lot at the offices is downhill from the road, and a lady with a lottttt of things in the back of her truck was in front of me.  As she pulled forward, her things slid backward landing loudly on the concrete in front me.  And of course, me being the sweet, angelic, kind, nice, happy person that I am ALL THE TIME…24/7…365 days a year, I threw my car in park and jumped out to help her pick it all up.

“You might as well just go.” She said.  “There’s no way you can lift it.”

Pff, this lady…did she not know that I was Wonder Woman?  Super Girl?  Bat Girl?  All rolled into one?  She must not have heard of me.  So I brushed it off and continued to walk forward confidently.  “No, no.  It’s ok! I can just help you get it out of the way.”

“Ok, well thank you.” She replied, beginning to squat down near her pile of things.

Please hear me, I did not know what I was about to pick up, but I quickly realized.  There was a pool table, a large flat screen television, all the legs to the pool table, and then a lawn chair or two.  Now, let me just tell you that every time…in my entire life, that I’ve heard someone say aloud “Don’t lift with your back.” I’ve always thought WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?  HOW CAN YOU LIFT WITH YOUR BACK?  HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? DUMBEST ADVICE EVER.

…Hi.  Yesterday I Learned what it means to lift with your back, and why it should not be done.  In fact, I’m still learning…every time I move.  Side note, did you know that pool tables are heavy?

“OK, ok.” I grunted, “Maybe we shouldn’t lift it!” She agreed quickly and we dropped the load back down onto the driveway.

“Let’s just drag it to the side, Ok?” I suggested.

“Yeah that’s fine, I’ll have to get someone to come pick it up with me later.  I don’t have time right now.” She responded.  “Thank you for helping me though!”

I told her it was no problem and then retreated back to my Jeep to get to the Blood Center.

After the Blood Center, I jumped in my car in a hurry to get home.  All I wanted was to be at home after a long day…but after two seconds of driving I realized that my bladder was so full I could probably have created a lake, but there was no way I was stopping.  So I held it like the big girl I am and died five times while I drove home.  Apparently road rage takes on a whole new meaning when one’s bladder is full.

 

So um…that was it.  That was pretty much the end of my day.  It wasn’t the best…but it also wasn’t the worst.  Here’s some things that happened that I liked:

I saw two Teslas…oops, excuse me while I wipe the drool off my keyboard.  Ok, I’m back now.

I gave blood, and found out that next time I donate I will have officially given a gallon.  What?? Crazy.

I got some things done that I’ve wanted to get done for a long time.

I got to see the little raccoon that’s been making itself at home in our garage for the past…years. The cutest.

Annnnnnd I got to go to sleep.

Tada! See?  Monday’s aren’t that bad.