THAT IS SO NOT FUNNY

You know those days where you have such a bad day that regardless of what anyone does, IT IS SO NOT FUNNY? And all you want to do is walk around, roll your eyes, and yell, "Ohmygosh. That is so not funny."

I feel like that today.

It started with my tomatoes. They are now only turning red on one side. Like ebony and ivory. But not. I've had a talk with the plant which provided me with absolutely no feedback whatsoever. Am I not loving it enough? Because that's impossible. Next to Husband, those plants get the most love of anything in my entire life. Including my eyebrows, which used to be plucked on a regular basis but now are being neglected due to the tomato crisis.

From there it moved to a sinus infection. I'd never had a sinus infection until I moved to Texas. The Fill-In Nurse at work wants me to use a neti pot instead of taking antibiotics but I'm sorry, I WILL NOT PUT SALT WATER UP MY NOSE. Does she not know that my extremely sensitive gag reflex wouldn't allow that? Instead, The Doctor checked me out, drew some blood, and wrote me a prescription for Amoxicillin. Really? Amoxicillin? That's almost like taking tic tacs. He said I couldn't have anything else because he never trusts a fertile female when she assures him she's not pregnant. Listen, man, if I was knocked up, The Doctor would be the first to know. I might even tell him before I tell Husband. Just because he's so interested in my baby making status.

Then, The Doctor asked my opinion on who he should hire to take the place of The New Receptionist. I told him that I liked one and he immediately picked up the phone, called the other one, and hired her. Seriously?? Sometimes I feel like I talk to him just make sure my voice still works. It does, in case you're wondering.