My middle name is Grace

I have had the worst possible day. Got up late, dressing crisis, couldn't get the door open because I had both hands full and we all know I'm not putting my coffee down!!

Finally get on the road so I'm only going to be 2-3 minutes late, get about 7 minutes down the road and realize that I left D's cupcakes for her birthday at the house. Great. Freakin' great.

Get behind every slow driver possible from Mtown to JeffCity and finally make it to work (squeaking by without getting a speeding ticket) only to realize I can not possibly carry all of this stuff in solo.

Luckily my friends love me and came to help me. E got the box of purses, and my purse. I only had to get the cupcakes, my book and my coffee. Easy enough...UNTIL ONE OF THE PLASTIC CONTAINERS OF CUPCAKES SLIDE OUT OF MY HAND AND CRASH ONTO THE PARKING LOT! And they were the ones with the Strawberry Shortcake rings!! Grrr. All but one were salvaged because 1. it was cold and 2. the plastic container wrapped around most of them. Small miracles. As we were walking in E said, "Since you are having a bad day, I won't even tell you that you have a run in your hose..." ARGH...cause I did. Not a tiny one either. I have lily white legs right now, not taking those bad boys off.

My computer acted like it had no sense all day, and as I'm trying to relax and settle in to some sort of calm, non-manic day...I cross my legs only to snag my hose on a screw under my desk and RIP a hole in my hose...same leg as the other. No hiding that one. I give up.

Make it through the day, pay my car payment, deposit some money in my checking account and get to the house feeling industrious. I go downstairs to set up my little area for my jewelry making/scrapbooking/crocheting. Moving stuff around, basement's looking pretty good, I'm starting to feel a little better and as I move a plastic, folded table to it's own tiny area...it hits my toe. Not kidding when I say it ripped my toe open. By the time I could make it up the stairs and to the nearest bathroom, my flip flop was filled with blood and was pooling in the indentions. I rinse off the majority of the blood and wrap it in two pieces of gauze...bleeds through. I refuse to look at it right now and here are my reasons -
1. It's hurting like a son of a beach
2. It bled through the gauze - I'm not going to start that fun flow again
3. No one gives a flying sheet of paper that I am bleeding.

Today I feel like the luckiest person alive.