Yes, and it is only Tuesday. Monday dropped in and kicked me in the layers yesterday and Tuesday is not looking any shinier.
Today's nonsense was (in a round about way) brought to you by the worst idea in retail:
Not this either, although this is just weird and wrong.
Not even Handerpants...
It's bathroom products which are housed in glass containers. This combined with tile flooring is akin to money with wings at my house. I am getting wrinkly and old
Yes, I have considered scooping up and using the product post-break (don't judge), but the idea of rubbing splintered glass into my already not-youthful skin only allows me to consider it for about... 13 seconds. Then I frown until that wrinkle between my eyes pulsates and throw it all away.
Adding injury to insult today was Special Agent, who was lovingly changing light bulbs
We loaded up our still home baboo (who was also still in his underoos when notified of the injury) and headed off to the doc, post-haste. Special Agent had already told me he wanted to go to the walk in-clinic, to which I agreed might be faster than the local ER. He held gauze over his bloody grossness as I drove.
We hustled to the walk in clinic of his choice..
which was closed.
So, we went to the other clinic.
I grew tired of dicking around and drove to the open-24-7-ER, much to the annoyance of Special Agent. He was adamant he would NOT be going to the ER. I drove there anyway, ignoring him and his bloody nub of a knuckle.
He insisted we drive back home and wait for the clinic to open.
I wanted to go in so we could get things taken care of NOW since we were already HERE.
He allowed he didn't like the ER and didn't feel like they offered a quality service.
I condescendingly reminded him that the clinic we were trying to go to originally is a branch of the same ER we are arguing in front of presently.
I think Special Agent must have suffering from blood-loss related illness, because at some point he stomped toward the ER doors just to prove that I HAVE to have my way, but then I wouldn't let him go in, since he didn't want to. It was the height of ridiculous arguing for spouses.
The Baboo sat in the back and looked at us like we were both annoying idiots.
I think he might have been right.
At some point, I think Special Agent worried that I might be wishing he would bleed to death because he suggested we get a drive through breakfast while we waited.
BREAKFAST!!!!???!!! I fumed as i drove to a McDonald's for Egg Mcmuffins. I considered attacking him, but
a) we were in a drive-thru
b) he couldn't really defend himself while holding his finger and
c) I didn't want his drippy blood all over my car.
|CAN I SUPERSIZE THAT COFFEE?????|
And, that the doc was the child I pointed out from the parking lot.
Happy Tuesday at The Layers. The couch is calling me....