Good Friday, my ass.
What a weird day. First, I woke up to the sound of the fire alarm going off in the hallway. Snookums was already up and dressed so he headed down to see what was going on. It turns out some idiot smashed the glass on alarm button down in the lobby. So while there was no fire, the alarm stayed on for about half an hour. Then this afternoon I finally managed to drag myself out to the gym, only to discover fire trucks sitting in front of the shopping center (where my gym is). They had the whole center roped off and traffic diverted. So no gym for me. So I turned and headed for the grocery store to get supplies for dinner tonight. There I was confronted by a great big chain holding the doors shut. They were closed for Good Friday. So now I’m home, no workout and no food, facing the prospect of four rainy days. And this is supposed to be a holiday?

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  1. ugh—that totally sucks. my “good” friday morning will be spent in traffic court. i’m seeing a trend here…

    wish me luck. 🙂

  2. Oh, right, the Mister’s ticket. Yuck-ola. Good luck.

  3. piece of cake! yeeHA!

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