Its Gonna Be a Bad Day

I woke up this morning and had that bad day feeling in my bones. The weather is messy, and my house is messy, well, the kitchen is clean since I went on strike last night and refused to cook. Tim would say the house is not messy, but I do.
For instance, last night he called before heading home (somewhere after 10pm) and asked if I wanted a burger from McDonald's, you know with the strike going on at Butler manor, he figured he would be hungry and so would I. I'm getting to my point. I said bring me a burger. Long story short...I tossed the McD's sack at the trash and missed. I said forget it, leave it. Tim said...OOOOkkkkaaayyy... it will be okay for like 10 seconds and you'll have to get up and get it. It will bother you until you do. I stood strong and left it. It bothered me all night long, but I left it. yeahhhhh!!!

Okay, back to the bad day.
Couldn't get Taylor up, so MM had to go first in shower. She's 13 and I still have to stand over her and Taylor. Otherwise the odor would be deadly this afternoon and why should I have to go through all that torture? Cause, Good Golly, Sunday, MM forgot her deodorant and I forced her to keep her arms at her sides at all times. The onions growing under those arms were stout!

Okay, that was a delay. The bad day started...

Picked up my toothbrush, turned on the water, looked at my hair and thought I need a little more hairspray, sprayed the toothbrush with the hairspray and brushed my teeth. I wonder what tasted worse, Sandy's moisturizer(remember she brushed her teeth with moisturizer the other day) or my hair spray. Sandy has age defying soft teeth, I have teeth that won't move when the wind blows. We are a pair.

I'm at work. I have to say that I do not care for the Insurance Salesman that is camping out at the funeral home badgering sweet old people to increase their insurance. He is not a funeral home employee, he works for a company we write for and he just RUBS me wrong. He pulls up at 8:05, seriously, can I get a break? Yesterday I really had had enough of him. I thought he was gone for a while. Nope. Today, he's in the other room and calls out "I'm reading your October Wynne Progress. It may be old news but it new news to me." I think, strange, I threw away all the October and September papers the other day and only saved one, which has the girls in it, and I put that paper with my PERSONAL stuff.
OH NO HE DIDN'T
I walked into the other room
OH YES HE DID.
FOR.THE.LOVE.OF.PEANUTBUTTER.JELLY.ANDJAM.
He had to move several personal items to get to this newspaper. Its the only October one I saved. He had to move several folders and a book to find this newspaper.
I said, "Where did you get that?" he pointed WITH HIS EYEBROWS, to my desk. I said "I am saving that and you got that from my personal stuff, put it back."

Just at that time the phone rings, it's my boss,
Boss:have you seen the salesman?
ME:Yep, looking at him.
Boss:Write him his check and send him home until after the new year.
Me:With pleasure.

Wrote check. Handed it to him and said have a safe trip home.

Good riddance.