That’s The Way The Ball Bounces

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.

3 thoughts on “That’s The Way The Ball Bounces

  1. Take all the mirrors out of your house and you will feel much better. Did
    Moon a video of your tantrum? I would really like to see it.

  2. Yeah, Tania….a hog staring at a wristwatch. sorta like the look you’re having trying to figure out what a hog is thinking about when it roots up a wristwatch….same thing.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *