Monday, April 30, 2012

Case of the Mondays

Today was definitely a Monday.  Hopefully today does not dictate the rest of the week. 

case-of-the-mondaysWork was actually fine, it was busy and I got a lot done.  But I was busy and therefore I didn’t have time to relax and eat enough grub, so by the time the end of the day rolled around I was CRANKY.  

I didn’t feel like working out but Jeff made me go for a run and then to the gym to lift.  When we got outside, I turned on my Garmin.  Nothing.  The damn thing was dead.  I pushed a bunch of buttons and then I think I accomplished a hard reset and got it working.  But it was all wanky and was telling me I was running a 5 min pace per mile when I was walking.  Then it didn’t quite know where I was or how far I went and just made up a mileage for me.  I think it has a mind of its own now.

garmin How the hell will I analyze my runs or know how far I have gone and at what pace?!  Woe is me.  I don’t want to spend money on a new Garmin, not yet.  Tomorrow I will push more buttons and see what I can do to fix it.

To top it off I felt like I was running with weights around my ankles.  I think I managed to get in 3 miles (but I don’t know because the Garmin is messed up) and then lifted some weights.  Even lifting was a failure.  I kept catching myself staring off into space and just was sitting on the weight bench like a turd thinking about what I was going to eat for dinner.

While sitting at the gym, I decided I wanted some leftover sweet potato fries.  So I got home and put the fries in the toaster oven.  It made some weird sounds and then never heated up.  Nooooo!  Now I have a dead Garmin AND a dead toaster oven.

toasterovenI HATE heating things like that in the microwave so I put the stupid sweet potato fries in the regular oven.  Then I went and did other things until I smelled burning.  I burned the goddamn sweet potato fries and then set off smoke alarm.  Now I am just in a foul mood and hate life. 

3934yu85yu4I then snap at Jeff because OBVIOUSLY he was to blame for all of this.  He then saves the day and orders me a pizza and says “Women, calm the F down.  You crazy.”

The End.

1 comment:

Kate said...

Love the last part. :-) well done, Jeff.

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