bad karma. good karma? or just a full moon?

it started off like any other day.

then the Husband got up, just before i was ready to leave for work...wanting me to read some letters he had written. he then reads them out loud.

baby, i love you, but if read them a) it'll go faster & b) i can actually see if you need anything rewritten.

i leave. i stop at the bagel place for a hot chocolate & bagel. i reach in my purse for my wallet, and find this big boxy black thing that strangely looks like the Husband's wallet.

CRAP!!!!!

after i get to work, i call him & tell him i have it. OK, i'll come get it later he said.

i worked in our Holiday Boutique again. oh, and i took home my items, since i didn't sell a single thing.

then i had scheduled a meeting with some people to brainstorm some ideas for next year. my boss, in the meeting with me, proceeds to take it over & run with it. then one of the team members proceeds to go on a rant about how everyone is getting a break at work but her.

ohhhhh kayyyyyyy.

finally, this frustrating day is done. i decide to stop at the grocery store to get some ingredients so i can do some baking & fudge making. i'm feeling better. grocery shopping does that for me.

OK, so i'm weird.

i get home. i'm making the Dream Bars, when i turn to the sink.

the pan of scalloped potatoes that i made for dinner last night are in there. covered.with.water.

aaarrgggghhhh!

apparently Husband decided the potatoes weren't good. i mourn. i move on.

Dream Bars are in the oven. i'm making fudge.

i don't have enough sugar.

dang.it.to.heck.

Husband calls...he's on his way home from turning in his resignation...so i ask him to stop & get me some sugar.oh, and why did you soak the potatoes?

i thought you were done with them, he says.

oh holy heck. i'm now in the market for a good glass of wine.

something that goes with Dream Bars.