sigh

Today was not my day.

The day started well enough. Church was good - great singing and a good sermon. But it was pretty much all downhill from there.

As I was leaving church I noticed that my right front tire was really low so I decided to stop and put some air in it. Only, the nozzle on the air machine at the gas station I went to didn't seem to want to fit onto the thingy on my tire. The hubcap was also blocking the path to the thingy (does this thingy have a real name and I just don't know it?). So, I spent what felt like an eternity trying to get the nozzle to fit on the stupid thingy but all I seemed to do was to let more air out and get really dirty. So, now my tire is REALLY low. Meanwhile, a 4 car line forms behind me all waiting for the air. The wind is blowing and it's rather cold out and I've been squatting for a while now and I'm clearly having problems, but do any of the these lovely people all dressed in their Sunday best even think about getting out to help me? No. Of course not. So, I finally gave up, pulled into a parking spot, and called a friend to come rescue me. Which he did and I was back and moving on my journey.

Which took me to bread company - which was slammed. I was still upset from the whole car debacle and I found myself with very little patience with the woman behind the counter who needed me to repeat my order a billion times. I should have known to look at the receipt, but of course, I didn't. And surprise surprise - my chicken pomodoro sandwich somehow magically turned into a portobello mozzarella sandwich. And did I mention that I HATE mushrooms? And, before any of you asks, I did NOT get back up and have them fix it. I didn't have the fight in me. I just ate my salad and my bread and pouted.

After my lovely lunch I went to Kohls to finish up my Christmas shopping - which actually was quite successful. I found everything that I was looking for quickly and easily. People were nice and polite. As I was leaving the store, I was talking to my mother on my cell phone telling her about my bad day so far and somehow I managed to smack my head on the side of car as I was getting in. My head still hurts and I'm hoping that I don't end up with some lovely bruise as an early Christmas present.

So, there's my day for all those who care to know. I plan on spending the rest of evening camped on my couch. Hopefully, I'll be safe here.