Crap-tastic - When thing after thing after thing goes wrong in a day, but yet somehow - you can find some good.
I'm on call. I really shouldn't have to explain more. Except that there was a huge problem over the weekend that affected important stuff yesterday. And the guru's to help fix it are out on a boat fishing. Trying to help figure stuff out today and keeping everyone happy. Sucks to be me.
I calculated the mating date to the birthing date (gestational period for you over-achievers) and realized that if I let Jordan get the good stuff - then she will be due right when we are in San Diego. No can do friends. The breeding is a bust. No more frolics in the backyard, tumbles and rolling around in the grass. Finished. We'll wait for her cycle to end and then remove her lady parts. Sorry Veronica!
Both Sissy and Splenda have woken up with multiple bites on their arms and chest. Me? Nothing.
But I still have to pull off all the bedding, wash, vacuum and sterilize the bedroom in hopes that whatever was finding them so delicious to nibble on is now gone.
Being told that the pain in my lower left leg is most likely a stress fracture. I can't say anymore about that right now since the thought of not being able to run the marathon will send me over the edge. Literally. We are not discussing it right now.
Getting my car back from the shop. Nothing like settling my arse into my own seat and smelling my own air freshener.
Talking to a relative (Splenda's side) on the phone (who I have never really met except through FB) about our sons in Boot Camp together. Their graduations are a week apart and most likely are going to church together.
Being told that even if it is a stress fracture that depending on the location and size etc etc. I could possibly still be able to run. (I don't care if he is lying to me, I am believing every word until I see and hear solid proof)
Getting my MRI rescheduled for two days earlier so I can have an answer sooner.
Diva's who send me funny, nice, encouraging, and flat out swearing texts.
Splenda Daddy coming home from grocery shopping with a big bag of skittles.
What's crap-tastic in your world right now?