With two hours to go, I'm dragging my ass over to the computer to post and make sure I don't miss one damned day of NaBloPoMo! Oiy!
Today has been one of those days when I've uttered every single swear word there is. I also made up a few for good measure. Oh and for the record, in case the Potty Mouth Police happen to be browsing, the Little Imp was at Montessori today and not privy to a single naughty word I uttered.
My day entailed fighting with my vacuum cleaner...Oh and this time, there are pictures (which I'll post later this weekend). But I couldn't even come home and deal with that monster until I was cleared to leave the site of a bomb threat. Our ophthalmologist just happens to have his office inside a WallyWorld, a place I typically avoid like the plague. Well guess who had an appointment today? Yours truly. I wasn't even there 5 minutes before I was told I had to leave, immediately, as fast as I could. They ushered us all out to the back of the parking lot where our cars were "swept" and we waited and shivered until we were told we could leave. The Navy brought in bomb sniffing dogs and the entire bomb squad was there...something I've never seen before. I sort of wondered outloud what good it would do to have us all standing around the store in case the whole goddamned thing blew up - we were still close enough to the building to either be blown to bits or be smashed by pieces of falling WalMart! That sure as hell would make for an interesting obituary.
All of this was on the heels of a hellacious storm that knocked our power out for more than 12 hours last night and into the wee hours of this morning. I'm thankful our power was finally restored...not so much because I'm looking forward to cooking Thanksgiving dinner, but because I don't really want to deal with all the collateral fall out from days on end without power. We did this back in '07 after the Patriots Day Nor'Easter that flooded our basement and left us without power for 5 days had us all sitting on the edge of our very last nerve. I had visions of being huddled in the front room, trying to keep warm and biting each other's heads off because we were all cranky, dirty from days without a shower, dying for a hot meal -- something other than fast food or pizza, and jonesing for the internet!
Crap, that reminds me, I forgot to tell the hubby that I happened to notice a huge tree limb that had fallen and crashed into one side of our fence. Well sweetie, in case I still haven't mentioned it before you read this, now ya know!
I think I'm going to wrap this up for now. I've got another one of my stellar headaches and I just want to crawl into bed and stay there, for the next 4 days. I feel as if I've been chewed up and spit back out. And why dear God, WHY can't I just have a normal panic attack and not suffer explosive intestinal side effects in addition to feeling like I can't breath and am going to have a heart attack? Once the police cleared everyone to leave the WallyWorld parking lot, I barely made it home before I was violently ill! This happens every bloody time I have a panic attack (pretty much any time I leave the house, dammit!) and I'm so sick of it, I could cry.
Alas, staying in bed is not going to be possible. Not only is this Thanksgiving weekend; we are insane enough to be painting our kitchen and the cabinets. At any rate it's better than the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and football games, both of which I abhor. I know, it's not even December yet and I've already got my Scrooge on!
Bah Humbug!
