Terrible, Horrible, No Good, HELLA-WEIRD Day

It's been one of those days. You know the type. It just blazes by and you really have no remembrance of what you've accomplished today and you've somehow spent 9 hours in cubicle world that smells like feet and you've got sticky coffee splotches on your mouse and somehow now it's quitting time and you're faced with the decision of whether or not you go to the gym or go home and finish that 1.5 liter bottle of cheap wine and park it in front of the TV. I'll let you decide which one of these options became my reality today (and every other day).

My day was pretty weird. I had someone (our office's resident troll) tap me on my shoulder as I was waiting for the elevator. Weird? No. That's pretty normal. What was weird was that when I turned around to say hello, the troll was rared back with his fist eye level to me and the following words came out of his mouth: "Can I hit you?"

Um, excuse me? EXCUSE ME?! I was speechless. He was doing it to be funny, but to me, it wasn't very funny. It bothered me. It's one of those things, six hours later, that I haven't been able to let roll off of my shoulders. I don't know. Does this weird anyone else out?

So, needless to say, I'm sitting home with a cold glass of Sav Blanc sitting next to me with my Leona Ness Pandora station cranked (guys - don't waste your time clicking on that. Girls - do it. Do it now.) A bubble bath is in my very near future, I do believe.

 In completely unrelated news, I love this man:

His birthday was this past weekend. September 11. Yes, it was a day to remember, to mourn so many terrible losses. But it was also a day to celebrate the birth of this guy. I'm so thankful his dad's little swimmers penetrat...wait, this is going downhill FAST. What I'm trying to say is that I'm so thankful there's a man like this in the world, in my life. He is so giving, so caring and shows his love for me in the sweetest, most kind ways. I try my best to return all that love in emotional, physical, and tangible ways. I scored some pretty great tickets to a big football game his alma mater will be playing next month and I gave them to him for his birthday. I'm pretty sure I saw a tear in his eye when he opened the card and saw the tickets. Mark - I love you. I'm so glad that things like football brings a tear to your eye.   

That's about all for this weird Monday. If you're around, come on over. Let's drink off the Monday blues together. Just know that a viewing of the Bachelor Pad will be involved.