You Ever Had One of Those Days?

You ever had one of those days? I did this last weekend. Hubby and I had just gotten back from the beach, rested and stress-free until… I found a beautiful coffee table and end table that would be perfect for the beach condo (which I am currently renovating – yek). It was on Craigslist, a website I had not been on previously. Listening to the barn boys talk about all their great deals (monster trucks and such), I had to go on the site and see what the big hubbub was all about. I soon found myself lost in the world of people selling their stuff. Then, I found the coffee table and end table. They perfectly matched the bronzed wrought-iron dining room suite at the condo! Such Luck! They were located in Madison, a short drive and I would save hundreds of dollars. I was excited about those tables!

We got up Sunday morning and headed to Huntsville to purchase the tables. I had the address and the directions but we also used GPS (remember I am GPS challenged – it hates me). After wandering around Madison for what seemed like hours, we finally arrived by using the longest route possible to get to the location (GPS thinks it’s funny to send me by way of China). The tables were in the attic of a three-story house. After dragging the furniture, which had heavy glass tops, down the steps and listening politely to the lady of the house chatter about how she had the tables made, I was getting irritable. I hadn’t eaten and I was thirsty. We paid the lady and made our escape with the booty.

I wanted lunch! We stopped at a chain restaurant, thinking we could get in and get out quickly. No such luck! Our waiter, complete with those earrings that enlarge the holes (I couldn’t keep from staring - I mean why put those things in if you don’t want people to stare and wonder if it hurts?), was not very happy to be at work that day. After ten minutes of waiting for him to take our order, I had enough and went looking for him. Now is the time to feel sorry for my husband, I seem to embarrass him a lot. Too bad. I was thirsty and my head was ringing from listening to the nice lady (and she was nice, I was just hot and wanted to leave). I found him back by the bar, chatting with a waitress. Gee, sorry to bother you… He took our order and finally got me some tea. No sweetener. So I had to go scavenge some from other tables. I had my tea, nicely sweetened and was about to relax when lunch was served. Now, my husband will tell you, I will not eat any meat that isn’t cooked completely. No raw, no rare, no pink. I order my food well done because I am phobic about it. My hamburger arrived, still bleeding. Another round with Mr. Ear Extenders and I had my properly cooked burger. Yes, you can feel sorry for my husband.

We headed home but needed to stop and get some Ichthamol paste for the horses. It is an over-the-counter remedy used for drawing abscesses. It works on splinters and other things too. You slap it on and the miracle cream draws out the infection or whatever. It is safe for humans so I usually keep some around. The little girl behind the counter at the drug store argued with me that there was no such thing, even though I patiently spelled it for her three times. Finally, the pharmacist came over. Yes, they did have it and yes, he told the little girl, it did exist. Fine, I told him I needed some. Well, there was a problem, they didn’t have any in stock; he would have to order it. Nothing was going right for me. I ordered it and left, cursing stupid little girls for making me mad. Of course I had nothing to do with getting mad, it was all her fault. Now you can really feel sorry for my husband as he listened to me rant about incompetence and wasting my time.

Coming up the mountain toward home, my cell phone rang. I cringed. It was one of the barn boys. I never get a phone call from them in the middle of the day unless it is an emergency. Without answering it, I handed the phone to my husband. I just couldn’t deal with another thing that would upset me. Sure enough, one of the pasture horses had cut her leg and was bleeding profusely. I listened as hubby explained putting pressure on the leg and that calling the vet would be a good idea. We arrived home and sat waiting on the vet for what the vet called a few minutes (nearly an hour). The mare was not a happy camper and proceeded to kick anyone who came near her leg. After fighting with her, in my good clothes, we finally got the leg stitched up. She is in the big barn now, still not a happy camper.

Exhausted and only wanting a shower, I headed inside. Mason, my Dobie, had decided that the new Dean Koontz book I had just bought was not on his reading list (He must know that Koontz favors Goldens). He had chewed the book into a million pieces of paper all over the house. I had wanted to read that book that evening! Now I was reduced to picking it up in wet lumps. I gave up plopped down in my chair. My perfect day of getting that lovely furniture and having a nice lunch with my husband hadn’t turned out like I wanted. My husband patted my on the shoulder and then told me that Daisey, the mule, had jumped the fence, heading to the big barn and her friend. Back outside again to chase the silly mule. On days like this I would prefer a condo, no animals and my books intact.

Have you ever had a day that started off well but ended badly? Share some of your experiences with