Weak week

It was destined to be one of those weeks that just bugs the crap out of me, but in all truth, I'm glad it's here. Sometimes my life is just too cozy and quaint that I just keep waiting for the other foot to drop or ball to drop or whatever the saying is.

'Tall began Monday night when a big storm hit the Cali coast. I said my nighttime prayer, and right after I said, "Amen", a great wind struck the window like Satan himself was tossing boulders at my room. From there, it was a more or less constant stream of rain--loud rain--and a massive thunder clap every hour, one of which jolted young Sugar from her careless slumber. So I began my workweek on Tuesday after a cheery three-day weekend on virtually no sleep.

Today, I was meant to awaken early to get to work, make my little fake-on (fake bacon) and English muffin, and eat it before our monthly staff meeting. Well, when I stirred my sleeping beauty eyes to look at the clock, it was well past the time for me to wake up, and I jolted from the bed to get ready. Apparently, I'd set my alarm at a later time instead of an earlier time. And, true to form when you're in a hurry, I showered, moisturized, tinted, dressed, and just as I was putting my belt on, the fucking buckle broke.

Sexy on some. Not on my vodka gut butt.

Then I had the sheer pleasure of boarding a bus driven by The Slowest Bus Driver in San Francisco. I've taken the bus when it's been driven by TSBDISF, some old fuck stretching out the day 'til retirement probably, but today, because of the rain, he notched up the slow-ass factor, and went extra slow, stopping at green lights and waiting for them to turn red. Stopping at bus stops for passengers that weren't there. Going slowly and carefully 'cause he just don't care. The I got to work just in the nick of time and sat starving for an hour and a half through the meeting.

So not only do I have to trek out to buy a new belt, but also need to buy groceries and Sugar's overpriced cat food. Keep your fingers crossed, and maybe a great big wallop of rain will crash down on my head, wreck my umbrella, and douse the lot just for ambiance. Fun!