So, yesterday I was in kind of a crappy mood. Ok, so it actually started the night before. Y’all know that I am on the board of the local chapter of a big community service/leadership organization, right? (Right, because I just told you. Please try and keep up.) Well, at our board meeting Tuesday, I got into it with two of my fellow board members, one for complaining about the number of events we have when she doesn’t go to them (meaning, I fail to see how us having more events that you don’t go to impacts you.), and one for wanting to develop a contingency plan in case another board member (not at the meeting) offends someone. (This particular board member, who is a very close friend of mine, can be very abrasive. It’s not personal, he’s just abrasive.) I was of the opinion that maybe we should wait until it happens and then tell him to shut up and go away. (He would. Shut up and go away I mean.)

Yesterday, slight argument with Bud. As he put it, “We were both a bit Grr.” True that. (No worries, all is well.)

So, I forced myself to go to the gym last night. Made me feel better.

Then I got home and discovered the broken garbage disposal.

But hey! The universe was all, “I’m sick of your bad mood crap.” So, first there was Zoot's post about her Dad, which totally and completely made me cry at work. Then I found out a friend of mine was in a car accident; someone on a suspended license backed into him while he was waiting at the drive-thru. (OK, truthfully that was a little bit funny. The car is a bone of contention between us. Well, just with me, since said person has no idea, but still, sucks for the car, glad my friend is ok, and wee tiny bit of serves you right dance.) And then, the very worst news of all: I found out a good friend of mine has cancer. (We are very hopeful that it will be completely removed next week.)

Universe, how about leaving my friends alone now? Kthxbye.