If This Is Any Indication .......

...it's going to be a long night!  WOMWTN-TNBWOYWW

I know.....isn't it an ugly mouthful awful?  All those letters I mean, not the wine!  You kidding me? 
What's On My Workdesk Tuesday Night - The Night Before What's On Your Workdesk Wednesday.

I don't even know where to start bloggy friends (I need some real lovin sympathy here).  Nothing life threatening in the whole scheme of things or even earth shattering, but it's been constant just the same (sniff sniff).  Here is just a small sample of some of the $#%@  things that have happened in the last two days.  While getting ready yesterday for a busy day ahead (with the in-laws - nuff said) I showered, dressed and prepared the usual make-up and hair routine.   Yes, I'm trying to impress!  I want to be the best DIL (daughter-in-law).  I'm actually the only daughter in law.  Or as my SIL (Sister-in-law) calls me the "Out-law"!  Not going there.....not today!

Well, I seemed to have struggled with the mascara wand on this particular day.  After much consideration of my neutral coloured ensemble....I had the wonky hand syndrome which sent my wand full of ready to apply mascara (hit bounce, hit bounce, hit bounce) down the front of my lovely co-ordinated top (which I must say looked awesome with the pants I was wearing).   I was all dressed in such lovely colours of tan, now I had all this black (#$@%) down the front of me.  You can't imagine what came out of my mouth!  Back to the closet I went in search for yet another top to work with the pants (I wasn't taking them off after ironing them for 20 minutes)  I was wearing.

Moving along......drove (in-laws) FIL (Father-in-law) to medical appointment.  Upon reaching the hospital, took the chair (what the hell is this thing?)  (choice - either wheelchair (pick me, pick me) or grocery cart as the nurses call it) that MIL (Mother-in law) told me to use (when in doubt...do as your MIL says), to transport FIL from inside hospital front door to area of appointment (my nerves - breaking out in a heavy sweat).  Just hold onto the red bar was all I was told....and I did!  After appointment...wheeled FIL to elevator and proceeded to back into packed said space (as I was told by MIL to do) only to pick off corner of elevator with wheel of grocery cart chair.  FIL was jolted due to extreme stoppage bang into large heavy metal construction of edge of elevator door edge (ready to cry but laughed instead).  Gathering my sanity composure, I stood while laughing onlookers commented about driving lessons (or lack there of) and such, all the while apologizing to my muched loved FIL and looking forward to the opening of elevator doors.  It gets worse!  Pushing along, we arrive about 20 yards from the front doors of the hospital (right in front of waiting area full of people) when my MIL tells me that she will take the grocery cart chair from here while I go and get the car (repeat....do as MIL says).  To give you a visual...this grocery cart chair as previously mentioned has a red handle that you must grab and squeeze together with the bar that you hold to push the chair thingy (if you can call it that).  It's the BRAKE - HELLO!  Why didn't anyone tell me???  If you let the skinny red bar go....the brake immediately goes on and the chair doesn't move - not an inch!!!!!   Yup!  I let go of the bar, to do as I'm told so I can bring the car to the front of the hospital doors.  My sweetheart of a father in law has now got the worse case of whiplash.  I can't (don't) even want to give you a visual!!!!  All I want to do at this point is "please" and all I'm doing is making a complete idiot of myself.  After I gather my FIL back to some composure and laugh (I'm dying inside) along with the audience once again, I make my way to the parking ramp.  Booking it to my parking spot to prove I'm not a dufus.....I drive to the exit with ticket and money in hand.  Pulling up to the gate and preparing to stick the ticket into the machine so the gate lifts, I read..."paid tickets only".  Looking around for something, anything that resembles a box where I can pay for this parking and get a receipt to let me out of this concrete ramp jungle....I see nothing.  I once again (break into a hot sweat) look around hoping no one is behind me so I can pull around to an area where at least I can park while I run and pay for parking.  Seeing this (very handsome grey haired gentleman who I've now decided had to be a doctor -don't spoil the only good thing that has happened to me in the last 6 hours) kind gentleman unrolling his window with just the slightest smirk on his face (silly woman....you didn't pay at the kiosk, did you?) too willing to direct me to the kiosk where I can pay allowing me to escape from yet another (screw-up) oversight in my day.  He directs me to the machine two levels up, through the doors on the right, which now I'm mad and thinking should have been incorporated into the gate machine thingy as you exit!  Don't you agree?  This day was a first for me and all I really wanted to do was help.  I know I helped!  My In-laws really appreciated it and had a good laugh to boot!  Guess what?  I get to do it all over again two times next week.  I'll be a pro for sure, right?

Have you ever turned off your oven when you thought it was your timer?  Poor muffins!  What about trying to get into a parking lot while support workers are on strike?  That was just a couple things that happened to me today?  Return to picture at top of post! 

Cheers!

I need to regroup and relax right now so I'm going to get some creative therapy and visit Julia.  You should too.  Breath in.....breathe out......repeat!