Tuesday Strikes Again

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If you know me, you know Tuesday is no friend of mine. It sits there after Monday, serving no purpose save to cling to the beginning of the week like a disease. We're prepared for Monday to bum rush us. Wednesday finds us hot and heavy in the thick of things. Thursday is a big slow slide into Friday. Friday starts the weekend. What does Tuesday do? Nothing. It's the lazy weekday that should be banned.

Since I have unfettered animosity towards Tuesday on a weekly basis, I think it screws with me on purpose.

Today was no different:

Last night I was up most of the night with hideous heartburn. Geege was up fretting over the wind and rain. The whipping overnight winds removed the remaining leaves on the tree that blocks the back neighbors, so they got a clear view into my bedroom as I was getting dressed. Which of course I didn't discover until late in the dressing game, causing me to immediately sink to the ground like Maya Rudolph in Bridesmaids but at least I wasn't shitting in the street in a wedding dress.

photo: quickmeme.com

Then the people walking by the front of the house got an equally inappropriate view since my pants were in a dry cleaning bag in the living room so I emerged downstairs sans pants. Traffic was bumper to bumper on the way to the station, causing me to miss my first train. If the later train wasn't late I would've been cutting that one close too. It's raining and I left my umbrella at work. By the time I made it on to the train I was soaking wet and cold.

I finally got to work with wet pant hems (hugest pet peeve!) and promptly spilled creamer all over the floor and my cardigan. Need I go on?

Tuesday, let's lay down our swords. It's not even 8 am and I'm crying uncle.

I'm linking up with  Helene, Emily, Kathleen, and co Host Rachel for Tell me about it Tuesday.