Of an unusual type. I had an epically (and I really am not in the mood to hear that epically is not a real word) bad weekend.
Let’s see… where do I begin?
- Oh, fighting with my husband, never fun.
- More bad news on the fertility front… followed with motherly inquisition on said topic.
- Lucy ate chicken bones on morning walkie, requiring us to take her to the ER (yep, there is an ER for pets)… icing on the cake: the $429 bill that accompanied that trip.
- Blew out my back rear tire. Only positive is that due to above mentioned emergency, I did not drive into the city as originally planned (given the weekend I had, I surely would have blown my tire on the Bay Bridge)
- Had one of those conversations where the other party is only listening for your period.
Yep, a LOVELY weekend indeed. And now it’s Monday….
