Tell It Like It Is

Shitty week.

This has been a shitty week.

Shitty shitty shitty.

Work seems to be complete chaos, and not the good kind of chaos.

It amazes me how verbally abusive people get over a recycle can.

Mean. Ugly. Hurtful. Angry.

Over a free recycle can.

I can take so much, and then I just refuse to take anymore.

I hang up on people who will not stop with personal attacks over a freaking blue can.

Did you know that you can no longer put grocery bags, garbage bags, ANY plastic bags in your recycle can? Take them to the grocery store.

Did you know you can only put plastics #1 and #2 in the blue can. 

Truth.

Did you know that no glass, foam, wood, furniture, yard waste, dirty diapers, food-stained anything can go into the recycle can.

Well, you're welcome.

You can thank China.

Don't call me and yell at me.

And, X isn't too hip on being yelled at anymore either.

See this:

That would be my protein shake that spilled all over the console in the car this morning.

Yippee.

I went into Winco and bought a box of 45 plastic spoons, thinking that would do the trick.

It didn't.

Goodie.

So, because it's been such a fantastic week, I bought donuts for my favorites at work and 45 plastic spoons and a Diet Coke because it was the best thing I could do for my dang self and went to work.

Where I took approximately 2, 386 paper towels to soak up the spilled protein shake.

Oh, Colton is at home asleep.

He could not get up this morning.

I know how he feels.

I wanted to join him on the family room floor this morning.

But, I didn't.

And, Kaydon and I did leg day like a bunch of bosses.

And, I taught him some sweet yoga moves.

Now I am eating a dang donut even though my stomach will blow up like I'm 9 months pregnant and I will be in serious pain within an hour AND drinking a freaking Diet Coke.

Carry on.