I’m in a bad mood. Again. It’s not my fault, it’s just NOTHING is going my way. Tuesday was “weigh-in”, that day of the week when all of my relatives and friends climb on their scales and lose way more weight than I do just to be hateful. I haven’t had a piece of chicken, a glass of milk, or a scrambled egg in WEEKS, yet here I am, Acworth’s version of Rosie O’Donnell. It’s enough to make a girl scream!
On top of that, I had to work today, again. It’s like it’s becoming a HABIT. People were calling me and asking for stuff and they needed it right now! What if I had previous plans, did you ever think of that? I didn’t have previous plans, but I so could have. People are rude, amiright?
Then after all of THAT, I had to drive across town and finish my tennis match. Moon came with me, and after it was over, I asked her what her favorite part was.
“When you fell down on the court, kicking your feet and having a tantrum.”
Oh. Well to be fair, it WAS match point. Our opponents hit the ball just over the net and I was THERE, ready to hit the ball. My partner took a swing and missed, then I JUST STOOD THERE, looking at it in what JD would describe as “like a hog staring at a wristwatch.” Choke, anyone?
When I got home, I took a long hot shower – which was great except for the part where I had to get naked and I saw myself in the mirror. No wonder Rosie O’Donnell is so mean.