Ew.

OK I woke up in a fine mood, then Josh remember how late he was for his dentist appointment, so I kinda got in a hurry this morning. But nothing terrible happened, until I got to work. I can already tell it's going to be a terrible horrible no good very bad day.

Actually it kinda started last night. I was in this really great mood, then I went into the kitchen to do the dishes and started feeling really sick. Yesterday morning I put a bunch of stuff in a crock pot so Josh could eat (look at me, I'm a good wife), and one of those things was broccoli. I've done this before, and it was really good. But yesterday it smelled overwhelmingly like cooked broccoli and it seriously make me wanna puke just because the smell was so strong. So I didn't have that for dinner, I had leftovers from another yummy crock pot creation. But, my house smelled like it, so I locked myself in the front room so I couldn't smell it as much. I finally went into the kitchen to clean up, and truly thought I was going to lose it when I took the lid of the crock pot. I don't think I've ever been so close to throwing up without actually doing it. It was the weirdest feeling. It just was gross. So, I finally cleaned that up, but never really recovered, I just felt icky. I'm vegging on the couch, like a slug, not really sitting up, or laying down, just kindof being a bum and the phone rings:

Josh: "Wakey wakey! I'm COMIN' home!" (this is in the most happy, excited, fantastic tone of voice you can ever imagine.)
Me: "OK. I'll see you soon." (this is the most depressed, sad, on-the-verge-of-tears voice you can imagine.)
Josh: "Guess what! (no pause like you're supposed to after you say "guess what") I learned a new kind of massage, are you ready for me to practice on you? When I get home we'll read scriptures, and then I can massage you, it'll feel sooo good!" (completely oblivious to the above mood)
Me: "OK, anything you want." (starting to get irritated that anyone can be so happy when I just had to clean the crock pot from yucky broccoli smelling dinner that I didn't even get to eat because it made me want to puke)
Josh: "Sweet, I'll see you soon!"
Me: "OK"

Josh comes in about 5 minutes later, gives me a hug and a kiss, tells me his good news and then starts getting bugged that I'm such a bum when he is so excited and happy.

Josh: "Guess what (no pause) I got an 'A' in anatomy!" (trying desperately to tell me anything that I can't possibly NOT get excited about.
Me: "Congrats, good job studyin'" (trying equally desperately to sound enthusiastic, but really not feelin' it.)
Josh: "How was your night."
Me: "I don't feel good." (breaking into tears. not sobs, just the silent useless kind of tears. I don't know why I'm crying, I didn't have that bad of a night, but for some reason I just feel icky.)
Josh: "I'm sorry, can I help?"
Me: "No."
Josh gets up and gets a drink, starts whistling (the single most irritating sound to an unhappy person is that of a whistle from a happy person) I go hide in the living room and wait for scriptures. We read and pray and go to bed. No massage, no celebration for the 'A' in Anatomy, nothing happy, just going to bed.

So, this morning I woke up in a fine mood, but it quickly went sour. There wasn't anywhere to park outside my boss's house because the people I work with are pretentious and think they get to park in the driveway, which is rude. I come in and NOBODY has done their job, so I get to clean up messes all day long. I'm given the responsibility of finding a stupid headset for my boss's stupid phone, and rent the unrentable-cockroach-infested-too-much-money-for-too-little-space apartment, I have to do the accountant's job and collect rent from people who haven't paid, solve the issues with the roof and try to get tenants to pay for something they didn't think was done, sign David's son up for school, type up the list of food storage crap David bought, and try to find the missing statues in Bali. None of these things should be my job. I know nothing about any of them, and I'm spending more time finding out the history behind them than it would take for people to take care of their own problems! Ew! Ew ew ew!

In the middle of all of this, I'm blogging. Yes, that's right, I don't wanna do it, I don't know where to start, so I'm putting it off. I'm grumpy, and grouchy, and parked illegally and I'm gonna do whatever I want.