Oh, hi.

I had a post scheduled for today (really tomorrow–it’s Tuesday night right now), but I’ll let that run another time.  Sometimes you just need a good old sit down with the blog, am I right?

So here I am: post long shower with wine in hand and headphones in.  The iphone and ipad have been switched off.  O-F-F.

this is real life, folks.

Today just didn’t go as planned.  You know the kind–everything was just…off.  Nothing horrible or tragic happened–but enough that left me feeling overwhelmed, frustrated and annoyed.  Hence the wine.

Our damn washer.  I just…I can’t even.  I can’t even be excited that it’s a “new washer” because it’s one problem after another (one of which, by the way, had maintenance cutting a massive hole in my wall and tearing out pipes–oh goody).  Today was supposed to be the day I could finally you know, wash clothes after days and days homegirl is one pair of underwear away from going comando.  But nope.  The washer spazzed the eff out and off the washer went.  Maintenance came by again–I’d be worried they would think I’m crazy except every single time it’s a massive problem–and this time he’s stumped.  Never seen a washer do what mine is doing.  I mean, I’m all for individuality–but really?  Step in line, washer.  Step in line.  I’m about to go all kung fu on your ass.

I’ve had some pretty significant pain in my abdomen the last several days.  I know it’s because I’ve been over doing it.  I really only spent 2 days in bed post surgery and then it was right back to trying to save the world.  I planned to take things relatively easy this week–but then I went and beat up the washer–so well, all that rest I got on Monday was all for nothing.

I figured I’d paint my nails because what else would Joey do to calm herself down?  Well, I screwed my thumb nail up.  So I repainted it.  Then messed it up again.  Then repainted it.  THEN SCREWED IT UP AGAIN–so now it’s naked.  No polish for you, thumb.  You’re grounded.

Thankfully I had a hair appointment scheduled.  My long locks were nice but maaaaaan were the ends pretty ratty.  I was in a bad mood (don’t you EVER go and get your haircut when you’re in a bad mood–I do not recommend it) and chopped way more off than I originally planned.  Okay, this is me being dramatic–it’s not like I have a bob now or anything, but it was just one more thing that left me kicking myself today.  Hair grows.  Life goes on.

I really don’t mean to sit here and complain.  Okay, maybe I do.  But sometimes we all need to, right?  We’ve all had those kinds of days.  There’s a laundry (ugh, poor choice of words Jo when your washer’s on the fritz) list of things that went a hair awry when I got home, but I won’t bore you which I’m sure you already are and have stopped reading, I don’t blame you.

Dang, this two dollar wine is good.

I’m feeling better already.