Look at me wrong, I'll pinch your head off.

   I woke up pissed off.  And the fact that I’m being an idiot today has not helped.

   In my makeup pouch, I have a little glitter tower thing with 48,362 different shades of glitter. I never use it, but for some reason I haven’t taken it out of my bag, and I needlessly tote it everywhere. You would think after the first time it spilled, I would have removed it…

   Today as I was getting ready at the gym, the little tower broke and dumped emerald green glitter EVERYWHERE. All over the sinks and counter, down the front of my shirt, all over my makeup brushes, everything. And I had two minutes to get my hair fluffy and poufed and up in a ponytail before I had to leave. What great timing.

   Have you ever tried to clean up glitter? MOST IMPOSSIBLE TASK EVER. I tried to wipe the majority of it up with a wet paper towel. That didn’t work. I didn’t want to leave a pile of glitter there on the middle of the counter, so I blew on it, hoping it would kinda just spread itself over the counter. Why not make the counter all pretty and sparkly?!

   Aaaaaaannnnndddd…of course, I ended up with green glitter all over my face.

   I didn’t have anything nice to say then, and I don’t now, so I’ll leave it at that.

   I have to use my badge to get into the parking lot at work; but naturally, this would be the one day I forgot my badge. Long story short: I found a parking space 11,234,567,890 miles away, and the parallel parking was a fail. Ella knows how I love parallel parking – legitimately – but today it just wasn’t gonna happen.

  And, no, do not try to tell me it is the weekend, and everything will be fine in seven hours. It is not the weekend for me yet, thank you. I guess I could choose to be happy… it’s just glitter and a parking space… but what’s the sense in that? I’m entitled to a bad day. So I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth.