It’s been a rough week.
On Tuesday, I was in a house with a 6-month-old baby and an active meth lab.
Today my car is full of roaches that crawled out of the belongings of kids that had been living with a sex offender.
Oh, and I didn’t win the Petties either.
Not that I should have expected to. After all, I don’t say the politically correct rescue phrases that endear me to the masses. And I’m definitely not a member of the “Cool Blogger” club.
My boss acts like he thinks I’m an incompetent boob. And a co-worker screwed me over this week because….. well because it was in her best interest to do so.
So please forgive me my pity party.
Tonight, Rumpy and I are going to soothe ourselves with cookies.
And tomorrow, I will get up, fumigate my car, decontaminate my shoes, and be a more gracious also-ran.
Congrats Kitten Associates. You are a most worthy winner.