So, I made the mistake of thinking I was going to have a good day. I was training our new person (who is my friend, Sheila!), during which I managed to totally f* up an excel spreadsheet that is used by, oh, EVERYONE, and that is the main document that produces a number that everyone is supposed to strive to match all of their OTHER paperwork to. Please kill me.
Top that off with a call from my dad that was totally annoying and that is really making me rethink this whole buying my house thing. (I'm on title, but the mortgage loan is in his name until I decide to take it over - which really hinges on that whole marriage thing - and yeah, frankly, I'm very whatever about the house buying at this point).
I came home and took a two hour nap in my polar fleece reindeer pajamas. I got up and made cookies to take to my coworkers, who were actually very nice considering that the latest version of the spreadsheet was from Friday afternoon - and many of them came in Saturday to work. So all that is LOST. ::sigh::
I think cookies might help.
Just so we don't end on a crappy note (no need to bring you down!)
Look! Baby animals from the State fair!
Don't you feel so much better now?!