When we last saw our heroine, she was struggling with Monday…
So, that new alarm clock I bought? Well, I’d had fun playing with it over the course of the weekend. Every time I went in the bedroom to put away the laundry, I’d grab the remote and click on the ‘pod. Pretty sweet sound for an alarm clock. And hey, I was digging the fact that I could wake up to Sevendust in the morning, instead of the shittiest morning show EVAH.
I tested the alarm set-up Saturday afternoon while I was watching hockey…setting it and tapping the snooze, letting it go and figuring out the controls. Everything was hunky-dory. I replaced my old clock with that one and went about things the way I normally do. Last night, I set it to wake to the ‘pod, clicked on the alarm and went to bed.
Alarm went off at 7:34 AM. Speakers sounded like shit…all bass, so much so that I could barely discern what song was playing. I tapped the snooze button and went back to sleep…or tried to as best as I could. It’s kinda hard when there’s a precocious cat flipping her way around the bed pouncing on your feet.
It was 8:12 when hubby came back into the bedroom. “Honey, are you going to work today?”
SHIT. The alarm had never gone off again.
And then hubby tells me that traffic is fucked pretty hard-core, thanks to yet another multi-car pile-up on I-95. I got up and called the boss, got dressed, and headed off to work.
I’m about a third of the way into my commute when traffic suddenly stops dead in front of me. And I had my head somewhere up in the clouds. I slammed on my brakes, laid down rubber, and brought the poor car to a stop, cursing the whole time…if I had gone the other direction instead of turning, I wouldn’t have been stuck in traffic. Blame it on everything else, right?
Traffic finally breaks up, I get back on the roads I normally take, and speed off on my way. I make the right onto Manor Road from Hydes Road and go to turn left onto Dulaney Valley Road…traffic coming from our direction has no stop sign. Everybody else does. Just as I’m making the left onto DV, this dumb bitch coming from the other direction completely blows the stop sign and turns right in front of me.
I’m all over my horn the entire time I’m turning, and cursing her out through my open window. Of course, her window’s closed due to the cold, but she proceeds to punish ME for HER wrongdoings by going TEN TO FIFTEEN MILES UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT for the entire time she’s in front of me. I rode her ass the whole time until she turned off…which is something I NEVER do. Stupid bitch. I flipped her the bird as she turned off…I think the guy in the Dodge Ram behind me did the same.
By the time I got to work, I was praying for a quick day. Thankfully, it was, albeit EXTREMELY boring. So boring that I’ve requested to have the day off tomorrow and said request has been granted. The weather is supposed to take a nasty turn and I don’t feel like sitting at work with nothing to do, staring out the window and watching the weather go nuts.
The best thing to come out of today?
That makes me very, VERY happy. Especially since he had said this was going to be his last year playing and he was going to retire. I SERIOUSLY wish they would make him the captain of the team. As much as I love Peter Forsberg, I think Sami’s got more of the emotional fortitude that the team needs, especially in the locker room.
And now, I must go watch the boys play.