So I am gonna make this short and sweet...I brought Ryan to Target for his 18 month pictures (for the second time this week...the camera flash was broken the first time). It was horrible. He wouldnt cooperate (which I totally expected from a 19 month old...yes I was late getting him in). The girls were bitchy and rude about it and all they wanted to talk about was going to the bar. Nice. They were trash at its finest. Whatever. Finally got 2 pictures that were barely ok so I just went with them to get the H outta there.
So then I was not in the mood to come home and make anything for lunch because I was already stressed out from whatever it was that just happened at Target. I bring them to nasty McDonalds by our house. Well...since it is in a touristy high traffic area there are TONS of parking spots for semi trucks. Today there were a few too many trucks there, so they were all over the place and parking on the curbs and parking the long way along 12 car spots. Then I look because I feel like someone is standing over my shoulder and I see a semi trailer about...not exaggerating.... 12 inches from my van and it JUST stopped backing up. Argh. I panicked until I saw the other driver helping him and being his extra set of eyes. I thought we were gonna get smooshed by the truck and I wanted to freak out.
Then I split open a cut I got a couple of weeks ago when I was cutting a head of lettuce. I was seriously came close to cutting off a nice sized chunk of skin on the side if my pionter finger. It is finally back to one piece and attached- but today I bumped it just with my other finger and it started bleeding again. I think most normal people would have gone to get stitches that day... but I am not normal I guess.
So there you have it. Mabye I should just stay home and hand out candy tonight. It's just not my day.
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