I had the worst day. Work was stressful. It must be a full moon or something, because people were flipping out left and right. Chill out people!
Then Joe came to get me from work and we ran out of gas on the way home(the gas gauge is broken on his truck-do you see why I don't want to drive it?).
Then we stopped by the bank and this dude almost crashed into us while whipping into the parking space we were halfway into already and my husband FREAKED OUT and got out of the car and there was almost a fight in the parking lot. Our car was blocking oncoming traffic while this was going on and a whole bunch of people saw and were honking at us. This is truly unlike him. I think the stress of the last couple of weeks must be getting to him. Seriously.
I, of course, stayed in the car, screaming for them both to knock it off and I was mortified and burst into tears and cried the whole time I was in the bank.
Then we went to dinner and they accidentally put avocado in my enchiladas( I am allergic to Avocado) and I didn't catch it until I had eaten half of it. It was hidden inside and I was hungry and I asked for it without and I expected them to listen, okay?
So I came home and have been deathly ill ever since. Deathly. Ill. I'll spare you the details of that.
Put a fork in me. I'm done.
After I wrote this, I felt bad about even posting it. In fact, I wrote it and erased it and wrote it again because it seemed so insignificant compared to what the people are going through in China right now.
I had a bad day. But it's over now, and I'll live. I should be thanking God for that, not complaining about my day. Thank you God, for this day. Thank you.