Prove I'm Broke

Wasn't exactly sure what I was going to share with you today.....but had full intentions of being a happy camper!  Guess what?  That ain't gonna happen!!!  This lightning crap has taken so much out of Dan and I that we've been doing tag-team down-ness for the past week.  Last week it was all I could do to give a damn.....in fact, the Big Boober told me that my Give-A-Shitter was broke!  Man, he wasn't kidding.  It got so bad that I needed to find myself a mantra and repeat it whenever I was feeling defeated.....the voice I heard over and over was Cher's, saying, "SNAP OUT OF IT."  Not sure what I'm talking about.....check this out.....



So I said it in the morning, noon, and night.....I even said it while I was laying in bed!  It did work.....in fact, this weekend I was pretty up.....then again, I had the Incredible Miss M to make me forget all my woes this weekend!  Then came Monday!  Why is it that Mondays have to always mess with your head?  Why is it that trouble ALWAYS has to start on a Monday.  It was a week ago yesterday (Monday for those who are across the date line) that lightning decided to visit us here at the Gulch.  Then a week later we're STILL dealing with lightning related stuff.....as in.....insurance.....pricings.....checking and rechecking for electronics that have bitten the dust.....getting people out here to fix what's broken or tell us it really truly is fried.  Does the insurance company REALLY think that we're sitting on fat wallets around here?  Do they REALLY think that we've got the money for every item over $200 needs to be checked by a professional?  Why don't they send one of their people here to check everything.....sounds like a terribly simple and brilliant idea, if I may add.....but NO.....that's not the way they work.....at least it's not the way our insurance company works.  Getting the hint that ol' Anne here isn't a very happy camper.....BINGO!

To top off all of this aggravation.....on Sunday I ordered a sundae for dinner.....that's what you can do when you're an empty nester.....and damn it to hell.....they got it wrong.  I actually sat there in the Transformer and hemmed and hawed about getting out in the sweltering heat to make them get it right.....but I knew if I didn't do something about it right then and there, that I'd stew about it all night long.....like I didn't need to add a messed up ice cream dinner ruin my evening.  So I trudged all the way across the parking lot.....up on the sidewalk.....and groaned as I stood in the long line.....until all my huffing and puffing got some moron's attention in the shop, and he decided to help my sorry ass.  Problem solved!  Then on Monday.....yes, the same messed up Monday.....I stopped at a fast food restaurant (the REALLY famous one that sounds Irish) to get a breakfast sandwich.....since I was starving after fasting for blood work.....anywho.....I placed my order.....repeated it.....had the guy who took my money repeat it.....AND had the guy who handed me the bag repeat my order.  For the love of Pete.....as I'm about a block away I unwrap my sandwich.....you got it.....it was WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!!!  I turned the Transformer around and walked into the REALLY famous Irish sounding fast food restaurant that screwed up my order.....and proceeded to give Jerk #3 the evil eye.  Problem solved!

Today is pedi day with my Mom.....1) my regular gal better be there, because she's good.....2) the other gal who filled in for my regular gal the past two times better not be there, because she's a sado-masochistic pain lover.....and last but not least.....3) I better be pampered damn well because I deserve it!

I don't know about you, but I really don't feel an iota better after this rant!  Hey.....upside here.....this entry officially warrants as my rant of the week!  So with that said.....I carefully get off of my soapbox.....don't need to add a broken leg to my oh so wonderful week!