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Today has been a series of highs and lows.  I just got off the phone with my credit card provider and my bank and NO ONE can locate the payment I made 9 DAYS ago.  The payment is now late, interest is accruing and an investigation has been commenced.  Shitastical.

My four-year-old son took some blocks to the head at school (of course) and then, while outside enjoying this (finally!) warm weather with his class, tried to pick a blade of grass and got a ‘grass paper cut.’ Oh good lord. I’ve never even heard of a grass paper cut, but his thumb sure has. And it’s his ‘sucking’ thumb. Double shitastical.

I have a dentist appointment this evening for a routine cleaning.  My last cleaning resulted in total oral carnage and I, ever the optimist, do not expect tonight to go that much better. Triple shit.

A perfect trifecta of shit. First world problems at their finest.  Woe is me. But not really.

Good thing dinner is pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs – breakfast for dinner is always a fan favourite. 😉 No one can be sad when pancakes and bacon are on the scene 🙂

And my final thought for the moment, which occurred to me earlier this afternoon and made a smile just a little: The older I get, the harder it is to get skinny.  Happily, the older I get, the less I care about skinny.

And really finally this, which has nothing at all to do with my post today but which makes me smile every time I see it, so I want you to see it to:

Those stethascopes are cold across species but this baby monkey takes the cake for cutest reaction ever!  If this doesn't make you smile, you may not have a pulse.  Have yourself checked out, quickly.
Those stethoscopes are cold across species (apparently) but this baby monkey takes the cake for cutest reaction ever! If seeing this little dude doesn’t make you smile, you may not have a pulse. Have yourself checked out, quickly.  Unless, of course you were once attacked by a band of adorable baby monkeys who ‘cuted’ you to pieces and left you scarred for life with a debilitating phobia of baby monkeys.  In that case, carry on, this picture is NOT for you.

 

 

 

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