Today I woke up and every plant in my house had the dirt disbursed all over the carpet thanks to the angry kitty. In my attempt to clean the dirt up, I hastily pulled out the vacuum. In doing so knocking over a bucket of powdered laundry detergent which rapidly spread amongst a ten foot area. So now to add insult to injury, I have to clean up a small mountain of detergent, and several plants dirt in several rooms. As I start cleaning I realize it has started thundering outside so I quickly try to vacuum as much as possible, completely forgetting to check the bag. With in minutes the vacuum starts to make a loud noise. I quickly unplug the vacuum and prepare to remove the bag. Noticing the zipper is extremely tight I slowly pull the zipper down. Upon reaching a part where the bag seems much slimmer, I pull down the rest of zipper which punctures the bag, explodes all over the room, my face, and is spread about with the help of a room fan on high. As I make my way to the bathroom to get the dust out of my eyes an extremely loud sound of thunder rings, which is followed by a complete loss of power. I quickly rinse the dust out of my eyes and make my way to the door choking on the dust. Only to trip over the vacuum, bang my face on the plant I moved to vacuum which gave me a black eye, landing with my mouth partially open in the mountain of laundry detergent I spilled. Again going to the bathroom to wash the soap out of my mouth I realize the prior use had drained the water pressure completely. We had absolutely nothing to drink in the fridge, so I rinsed my mouth out with all I had, vodka. After three rinses, I accidentally swallowed some. After that I threw up on the carpet. We are supposed to show off our house tomorrow to some potential buyers. That’s My Day, My Story….

Today, an order-writer at work had to fix a job. I saw the paperwork and it looked like a kindergartener would have been embarrassed by the messiness of the job. The woman, who owns her own company, had notes sideways, scribbly hand writing and things out of order all together. It was horrible! My friend had tried to decipher the mess but Hieroglyphics would have been easier. She told me in a hushed voice she wanted to throw a “Molotov into her house window”. I couldn’t and wouldn’t argue with her….She’s been my friend for 14 years and by God, she was right, irregardless of what she wanted to do…it was making her job and the scrutiny unbearable for her. A Molotov might have this issue solved.