As much as I'd like to find out if that statement is true right about now, unfortunately it's not going to happen. At least not by my own hand anyway. Now I could follow that rather dark statement by saying it's been one of "those" days, but this has been so much MORE than just one of "those" days.
To start with, the stress level at work has been steadily increasing. It started to come to a head when Conchetta and I had our 'exchange of ideas' last week, and it's gotten steadily worse since then. Yesterday I get a call from my boss asking me why something that I had no idea even existed wasn't being monitored. No, that's not a misprint. He asked me why this certain part of an order hadn't closed.....this order was from October. I could swear I felt a blood vessel in my brain throb when he asked me that. So I just said "fuckit" and closed the part that was still open so as not to have my boss on my case for any longer.
Then came this morning. The boss announces that everything needed to be caught up by Friday. He says this with this 'look' that I didn't like at all. So I in turn gave him a look that HE didn't like at all, which prompted him to come to my desk and ask me WHY he had gotten that look from me. He tells me, "this has been going on since November, and we've talked about this." It was at that point that my head exploded, shot off my shoulders, and went into orbit around the planet Jupiter. Once it arrived back on Earth and on top of my shoulders, I tell him, "Oh we've talked about a LOT of things since November......" and things just went downhill from there. Long story short, my boss (whom I've ALWAYS gotten along very well with) quickly became someone that I would rather have spit on than look at for the rest of the afternoon. By the time the day was officially over, we were back to "ok", but it's going to be one of those lingering things between us--it was a pretty bad little blow up, so it might take a while before we're completely back to 'normal'.
SOOOOOO......
If my day had not already been bad enough, I finally get going home, and I notice that something's just not right with Christine. I felt a few slight hesitations getting onto the highway, but since it's been raining off and on all day, I figured it was just the water on the road sort of 'jerking' me a bit. So I'm heading down the highway, and the rain starts up again and I turn on my wipers.....they're moving slower than George Bush being overthrown from office---which concerned me. I figured that I was about to have some dead wipers on my hands...in the middle of a rainstorm. Just my luck right?
Then I felt the hesitation again.....and again....
"HOLY BALLS" I knew something big was about to happen. So I let off the gas a little bit, still thinking I was about to hydroplane or something......
I get onto the stretch of road that takes me over the lake.....before the lake there's a park (thankfully)....as I'm approaching the park, Christine sputters a few times and starts slowing down.....and JUST as I'm turning into the entrance of the park......COUGH, SPUTTER.......dead.
I would have SERIOUSLY considered crying right there, but I was interuppted by the asswipes who were behind me during Christine's final spurts of life coming by and blowing the horn & shooting me the bird. Heaven forbid....I had gone from 55MPH (in a 45 zone!) down to 50, and then to 40 before I got into the entrance of the park....AND if I may add, I had turned on my emergency flashers, indicating that I was having a problem. I looked around quickly.....damnit! Where's a good rock when you need one??
LUCKILY, I was able to call Chris's dad to come and rescue me. I love this guy---he's more like a dad to me than my own dad was, but he drives like Mr Magoo, so it took him half an hour to travel 8 miles from his house to where I was.
So after he gets there, we determine that Christine is NOT going to start up and he calls a friend who has a rollback truck...he comes and scoops Christine up and brings her back to the dad's house, whereupon I learn that I am going to be without Christine for at LEAST tomorrow.
Not surprisingly, I'm a bundle of nerves at this point. Chris will have to bring me to work and Mr Magoo will have to pick me up tomorrow. Chris will bitch the entire way about having to get up at 7:30 to drive me, and the dad will take 3 hours to drive 20 miles. Yes, another lovely day in my world tomorrow.
When I *FINALLY* got home at 8pm, I call Chris and tell him what's happened. He's surprisingly understanding....probably because I forewarned him that any hassles from him and I'd drown myself in the bathtub....
After I get off the phone with Chris, I realize that my cell phone is gone. "Great.....I've left it at the dad's" So I step onto the front porch and spy something silver in the driveway. I just KNEW it was my phone shattered into a million pieces. So I went out to look.....THANKFULLY, it was my phone...NOT shattered!!
It's at that point that I finally crack up. I call Cindy and tell her, "I ask of you ONE favor.....DRUGS!" She laughs and asks what happened....and I tell her, "I'll tell you when I get there".....
So I head over and tell her my story.
She offers me morphine! Then she laughs and says, "no darlin, I've got something that'll hook you right up" and then hands me something called ...well I can't remember what it's called, but I'm MUCH calmer than I was a couple of hours ago.
Oh, I took pictures of Christine's arrival at the dad's house:
At least it stopped raining.
Now, here's a funny story about these rose bushes. When I was deciding which one to name after my grandmother (Nannie) and which to name after my mom (Kathy), there wasn't any particular rhyme or reason in deciding which plant was named what. Now that both bushes are blooming though, I see that each is living up to its respective name! Sounds silly, huh? Well, keep reading:
By the way....tomorrow is Miss Bigglesworth's birthday!! She's going to be TEN years old! Wow...time flies!! 
What a crazy pooch huh??!! 
BEHOLD!!! My beautiful roses!! I'm so happy they have finally bloomed!! Well, really I'm more SHOCKED than anything----this is my first attempt at growing roses, so I wasn't sure if they were going to do anything this year. This picture is of the one that I named after my grandmother---not surprisingly it's bloomed much faster than the other plant named after my mom---the other plant is proving to be more stubborn----just like my mom! Here's a picture of the other:
Of course, my luck being what it is, as soon as I snapped the picture above, a bee came buzzing after me!! 
