What do the following have in common?
My pillows, blankets and bed
My research papers for work
My special dinner plate
My work notebook
My brother's book I was borrowing
Answer: They all were defecated upon by my dad's dog. And that was just MY stuff. Dad got it worse.
I was going for an early bedtime yesterday when it all hit the fan (pun intended) and needless to say, rest did not come easily (nor in nearly enough quantity). Consequently my day was RIDDLED with stupid mistakes but my favorite of all was this one:
I took my boss's paycheck..... (with her name on the envelope)
from her mailbox... (in my defense, that's where my checks used to get put)
walked down to the bank... (still clueless)
opened the envelope... (missed her name on the check as well)
wrote down the amount on a deposit slip.... (really should have realized at this point)
signed it... (OOoooops)
and handed it to the teller (I'd LOVE to say I noticed my error at this point but... that would be a lie).
I know I have NOTHING to complain about in comparison to Autumn's day or what Chelsea is going through, so let's not call this complaining. Let's call it entertaining you guys.
Sleep, you and I have a rendezvous tonight.