Tomorrow night can't get here fast enough. Matt is out of town attending a conference and I'm here all alone. I would stink at the single life, that's for sure.
And as if it's not crappy enough sleeping alone, my poor dog woke me up at 4:30 this morning throwing up all over the carpet. Ugh. He got some shots yesterday, so that's probably why, but, being that I was the only person home, I got to shampoo the carpet at 4:30am. And guess who thought it was time to wake up and start jazzercizing in my belly? And OH of course it was also thundering and lightening outside. So guess who did NOT want to go outside to finish barfapalooza? Annnd guess who needed a bath first thing after work? Not me.
I'm pooped. I splurged on a pumpkin spice latte this morning, which of course made me 10 minutes late to work and OF COURSE my boss was there 3 hours early and started the day off with a smart remark. Considering she left for 4 hours to go shopping at Sam's Club this morning (and out to lunch with her husband) she really ought to keep her comments to herself. I love her 99% of the time, but today fell into that 1% of crappity crap.
If I could just have my husband back, I think I'd be a friendlier person today.