Garfield Was Right…

…Mondays Suck!!

 

This week started out with a Monday bent on vengeance. Actually, it started on the previous Thursday when I broke a tooth. Thankfully it didn’t hurt, so I was lulled into thinking everything would be OK.

 

The dentist couldn’t see me until Monday. Which was fine. As I said, I had no pain, but knew it needed to be taken care of BEFORE it hurt. I had to cancel my PT session, though. They said they could get me in earlier in the morning, which would leave me plenty of time to get to Chico for the dental appointment. Again, everything seemed to be fine.

 

I got ready for PT and walked out the door. I got in the car and found that I had left my keys inside the house. Which was locked. Entirely. I tried to go into the garage though the front, but it had been fixed so it couldn’t be opened. I called Marv to make sure that was the case before getting a neighbor to help me lift up the door. Marv took his lunch hour to come home and get me in the house so I could get ready for the dentist app. I had to cancel PT entirely.

 

I knew I would need some fairly expensive dental work done because there was a second tooth about ready to kick the bucket as well. Fine. I was prepared for that news. I did my usual run to Barnes & Noble for a Starbucks (I always do that when I’m in Chico) and found a Cards Against Humanity set for FAMILY. Cool!! Once more, I thought Monday would be salvaged.

 

I ordered a caramel frappe and sat at one of the little tables and opened the CAH box to look at some of the cards. I then dumped my frappe ALL OVER THE FREAKIN’ PLACE!!! I shouted “I need some help with a towel!!” A gal came running over with a bunch of their tiny little napkins. No towel??? I guess not. I said I would need some more napkins. I was SOAKED from the chest down. Even my shoes got frappe on them. I mopped up some and took it all to the trash bin. Shoving it into the bin, I managed to dump what was left in the cup all over the front of the bin and on the floor. I started mopping that up when a girl came over and said they’d take care of it.

 

I ordered another frappe, which they would have given me for free, but I insisted on paying because it was my fault. I drove home sitting on a towel on the car seat. When I got home I took a shower. The frappe was delicious as always, but wasn’t as comfortable wearing it.