Do you ever have one of those days where nothing seems to go right? The kind of day where even a clown could make you grumpy.
Mine started at the gym when I hopped on the digital scale and...wait for it....read the magic number of 488 pounds. Yep, 488! I guess what they say about people gaining weight after marriage really is true.
Because I’m on Mike’s insurance now, I had to call to call and get a new prescription drug card. Of course, I couldn’t actually talk to a live person, that would be too easy. After 10 minutes of getting the automated runaround and choosing 25 different options, the automated voice said, “I’m sorry, we are having technical difficulties, so this call is ending now.” Ugh. (By the way--do you ever notice they always say, “Please listen to all the options before choosing, because the menu recently changed.” I totally think they’re lying.)
When I called back and got through to someone, I found out I had the wrong number. Ugh. Start again. I started yelling so loud, the dogs whimpered to the bedroom.
As you know from previous posts, our building’s AC was turned off a week ago, so it’s 90 degrees in our south-facing, 31st floor apartment. When I jumped off the couch to answer the phone, I blacked out from the heat. Then I started crying, “It’s so hot, and it’s making me miserable!” Dramatic, I know, but I haven’t slept well in 5 days, so everything seems like the end of the world.
But then I had new hope, realizing Mike and I can get into our new apartment this week. Yay! It’s only on the 2nd floor, and it faces the west, so no more sweaty ‘pits! When I called the apartment leasing company, I found out they accidentally mailed the keys to our landlord instead of us.
Oh yeah, and she lives in California.
And it’s the only set. Ugh.
Goodnight everybody! Here’s to another day, and hopefully shedding 350 pounds.