So yesterday before I left for the holiday festivities I got the bright idea that I should wash dishes. I got to thinking about my grandmother for some reason (it wasn’t Thanksgiving related) and the next thing I knew I was bawling uncontrollably in my Palmolive. This was strange because my grandmother died in 1979. I guess I’m not over it yet.
Today I had to continue the battle of wits with my unarmed opponent (the Department of Motor Vehicles). Mr. Rizzuto decided that he had to get some work done around the house and that I should take the baby with me. I told him that I couldn’t possibly take that savage to the DMV with me, but it was all to no avail. You can guess how it all turned out.
So I spent the better part of today on the verge of tears and wanting to be a widow. We made up, but I feel like I’ve been through the ringer today.
If you’re so inclined, please take this opportunity to tell me how awesome I am. And feel free to c&p comments from other threads on other websites where I’ve asked for pity before. Thank you for your consideration.