My day was nuts.
I did 7 hours worth of work in 4 (it hurts).
I had 2 traffic incidents that would have made me go seriously postal if I was more prone to mental breaks (seriously, it's a major peeve of mine when people drive like stupid maniacs with death wishes, then proceed to yell at me simply because I happen to be using the road too).
A rather intoxicated blood covered man followed me around the gas station trying to give me money (Your guess is as good as mine there. I don't look my best when I get off work, but it's impossible to look like a homeless hooker while wearing a hoody with 2 children and a checkbook in hand thank you very much!).
And yea...It took me 10 minutes to get a fire going when I got home--I swear that cardboard is fire resistant.
I wish I could find the riding crop!
On the bright side, kiddo hadn't found it when I caught him digging around in my room looking for Christmas presents...
That bedtime I have been begging for is sounding more and more attractive by the moment...