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There have been times when I have felt like Monday got a bad wrap. Yesterday was not one of those times.
I didn’t even stand a chance yesterday. My day went to hell before I even made it out of the garage to go to work. Literally.
Mmmhmmm. That shit happened. It was only a matter of time, really. I’m impatient. I’m almost always in a hurry. My mind has been cluttered with god-knows-what for weeks. And yesterday, my cluttered mind and carelessness bit me in the ass. I took my mirror off backing out of the garage.
Craig seems to think he can replace it himself, so he ordered a mirror last night. Surprisingly, he wasn’t as mad at me as I thought he would be. He must’ve sensed that I was beating myself up enough. Coz I was. I mean, really? REALLY!? Backing out of my own garage!?
Happy Effing Monday.
Here’s to a better Tuesday.
PS. I made an exception for myself today regarding my birthday resolution of cleaning up my language. The combination of Monday and catastrophe makes it okay. Yeah?