Y’all, I was done with this day at 7:57 a.m. this morning. I am super specific about that time because I looked at my watch mere seconds before all hell broke loose and it’s etched into my brain wall.
At exactly 7:57 am this morning, I was walking from my kitchen to the cat room with a scoop of dry cat food to give them for their breakfast. As I got to the living room, and was about to walk between the coffee table and couch, Mia rounded the corner and caught sight of the utility workers outside in my yard. She barked, immediately realized she f’d up when she saw the commotion she caused, and turned tail and put herself in timeout while the hell she unleashed in the living room was set in motion.
At the moment she barked, she scared me and all three cats, one of which was walking right beside me as we made our way towards their room. It was The Godfather, who IMMEDIATELY went into TAZZ mode at Mia’s bark, and proceeded to run directly under my foot as I was placing it down mid-stride. My body locked up, dry cat food went flying EV-ER-Y-WHEREAAA. I literally squashed her, but she took it like a champ and just…disappeared. I couldn’t find her for about an hour (she’s fine). Mia, for her part, was trying to bury herself under the couch in the office because she knew I was PISSSSSED OFF fa fa….
My body still hurts, 7 hours later.
I left the damn food in the floor until I cooled off. Once I swept it up, I just threw that shit away. I was so over it.
In the hours since, I have had stupid crap happen that just adds insult to injury.
My sweater pocket got caught on a door knob, thus escalating my pissed off-ness to heights unheard of. My internet went out while I was elbow deep in a work email. AND I NEED A COKE!
Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where’s the Tylenol?!!!!!
Walking In Memphis With Kimber 