Monday is never my favorite day of the week, unless it's a holiday, then Tuesday is my least favorite day. I knew today was going well when I stretched in the hall, fell backwards and hit my head on the heat register...man, that hurt. It was still hurting when I decided I needed to potty, reached to wipe and my entire side of my body went into muscle spasms. Maybe I tried to do too much this weekend. I knew it was gonna be a great day!
The sky told me it would get better,
and except for the lady
who HAD to have something during lunch,
it wasn't too bad.
A few people had wanted to see my hillbilly halter rack, took a picture this evening. Now, not only is my blue halter missing but my red one and its lead. Where it was supposed to be, hung a crooked whopper-jawed bridle! Oh, and my dining room smells like leather, one of my favorite smells!
Since the farrier came today, I tracked down Hubby and inquired about my red halter...he knew how the loss of the blue one drove me crazy. He quickly located the red and returned it...lucky for him!
I also assisted the grand mechanic which consisted of standing, listening to him fuss, and being directed to find parts. Okay, on a Monday, that didn't last long either.
So I am on strike tonight not because of anything other than I want to be on strike. It will be an eat what you can find night. The Closer is on and one of the few shows I watch. I do love a sassy Southern lady who is in charge of a whole county.
The remainder of tonight will be spent
reading a book from my sister,
hiding quietly in my room.
Thank God, tomorrow is Tuesday.
