Monday, September 24, 2007

Are you there God? It's me, Anna.

Dear Diary-


Today I
made an ass of myself, every 15 minutes.



-took me 15
minutes to figure out with 6 year old shirt to wear…only to end up looking like
a 1978 Denny’s server

-left too
late to serve myself coffee

my boundaries at a conference with some students (note to self: don’t
contradict the professor)

to my car make strange noises and called to get an appointment at the dealer

through stats with a blank look and sweated through my Denny’s uniform

-found out
I did the first question of the homework incorrectly, yet another reason not to
hand it in



-ordered a
beautiful bowl of soup (height of my day, really)

reprimanded for ordering office furniture…furniture that I listed and approved
to my coordinator prior to ordering…go figure, perhaps its nothing but sticker

-met with
reading group and fumbled my way through a big steaming pile of crap

-I’m sorry
if I was a little too frazzled to recount Hall’s definition of articulation,
seriously sir



sat through class disgusted by my muffin top… Will calls it a pizza crust

through Grossberg’s three hour lecture and cursed the lack of a toilet on the 3rd

-decided my
demeanor and physical being were not ready to Stone’s class and emailed her to
let her know I would be heading home early

to car…started car…no air conditioning

-turned by
AC on and of, on and of, until  it
finally started to blow cold

-drove to
one stoplight away from Scarlett’s school and my car stopped working (really,
it just woudn’t go, still ran, air blowing HOT, gas pedal doing nothing)

-sat there
in amazement…called VW and Will

passes, car starts and make it to the school parking lot and dies again



-watched my
beautiful car get towed

dropped me off by the mailbox at the bottom of the driveway

around the truck and got run over (ok, so he only bumped me with the SUV)


I laughed
halfway up the driveway and then busted up.  Tears and big ugly cry for all the neighbors to"mso-spacerun: yes"> 
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To make it
up for me my hubby pulled out my yoga pants (for the pizza crust), a beer, and
shoulder rub.  Perhaps I can get a
pedicure out of it too.



Anonymous said...

hey - know what?

you had a crappy day.

Daddy-O said...

Hey, I think you bumped into the truck not the other way around! J/K. At least you know who to come to when you've had a bad day (BTW - that'll be a $5 deposit into my marriage bank account).

Jen said...

What a horrible day. I'm so sorry. Have a fantastic weekend and get hammered!