Alas, my favorite holiday has arrived. PFFT.
Firstly (but not lastly), Valentines Day (VD) is not a REAL holiday because we all have to go to work; unless you are a spoiled rotten bitch who sponges off someone. And as you can guess, I am not a spoiled rotten bitch - at least not yet. I am, however, a whiny-ass bitch.
I woke up today in a foul mood. My account is overdrawn, I am running late, my lip is split, I can't walk because I have had to wait tables the last few days (got called from the old restaurant to pull some shifts) and my feet/calves/legs were not ready for it, I have a dentist appointment and I am working approximately 15 hours today. I will see my hubby for about 5 minutes when I get home, and then will commence to crashing on the bed from exhaustion, stress and general mental illness.
OH, and I spilled my iced mocha (all 24 ounces of it) ALL.OVER.MY.SUV. - which will now smell like sour milk.
Have I ever told you how much I hate February - especially the 14th? Of course I have.
Damn you to HELL February!!!