Seriously. I spent all day looking fabulous for once. Got a huge project done and in the mail. I came home with the expectation that I was going to spend a nice evening next to the fire with my honey and my puppies after a C25k run. BUT NO.
A rehearsal has my honey. My dogs are napping on the couch…and got blood from their new bones all over my cream colored carpet…again. The pellet man is supposed to have dropped 6 tons off hours ago and IS STILL NOT HERE.
So I can’t do any of the things I want to do, because the minute I start doing my thing, the pellet guy will show up and interrupt me. Pelletus interruptus.
So I guess I will have to watch Pitch Perfect for the millionth time while I clean, because that’s the only activity I can watch out the window while doing for the despised pellet man. The jerk.