I spilled my cofffee all over the counter as I was paying for it this morning. The counter-guy was clearly irritated - and all pissy like.
Then I stepped in a big pile of ******** somewhere between the parking lot and my office building. I tromped around my cubby for 3 or 4 minutes before I figured out where the nasty smell was coming from.
I still don't think I've got it all cleaned up, or else I just am having lingering olafactory ghost-odors. Dog-poo is my least favorite odor EVAR!
I think someone planted the ******** in my path on purpose - probably the coffee-counter guy...some how.
Today Sucks.
On a happier note, my daughter and I have been conspiring on a April Fools joke on my hubby. We started planting the seeds of thought two days ago...today he learns his baby-girl is preggo.
(if we can pull it off)