Fru's terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad day

Compared to other Januarys, this one has been far to peaceful...that is until today. It was a pretty crummy, no-good day.

Let's start from the top, shall we? (Warning: venting and no, I will not betty-crocker it for children in the audience)

Betterhalf informs me this morning that he needs me to deposit something in the bank for him. No problem normally, but he tells me literally 5 minutes before I'm headed out the door to Jazzercise. So, I ask what he needs and I don't understand. I don't understand b/c I do most of my banking transactions via ATM. So I get confused, he gets frustrated. I'm speaking Fru -- he's speaking betterhalf ass-backwards and we both end up pissed. And then he decides that he's not going to answer my questions and I have to figure the bank thing out on my own. Not happy, I head to the bank. Since I'm the proud recipient of betterhalf-silent-treatment, I rummage around and try to find his account number and pull an old acct number when First Union was still around. Then I find a nice teller lady, who with much patience, helps me with my transaction. Needless to say, I'm now also the proud owner of no-jazzercise-for-you-today and betterhalf-silent-treatment. JOY!

Then I go see clients. 2nd one doesn't show up. No big..I'll head to pick up my mail. I pick up my mail and am excited b/c I am thinking that I am getting some insurance reimbursements. NO.....I have managed to screw up two insurance claims royaly by putting the wrong year on them...seriously..I wasn't even doing therapy in 1999..what the HELL was I thinking? So that's more leg work I have to do with filing. Then my last client doesn't show up today.

My pink razr ate a turd and locked up. I had to reboot her and coax her and bribe her with chocolate so she would work (finicky whore!). And I missed two voicemails.

Get home..JiJi is pissed at me b/c her eye hurts and it's some how my fault. She is giving me the eat-shit-and-die look. I wonder if she picked up some of betterhalf's silent treatment skills.

And the icing on the cake: I have weigh in tonight at WW. All hail, I'll probably gain fifty-million-bajillion-eleventy pounds with all this bad negative energy I'm carrying around. So that's me..and has anyone seen my poo sandwich? Inevitibly, this keyboard should be turning into poo any minute now b/c everything I touch seems to be going in that general direction today.
Pissyfru-OUT!