.. like a Kimli with a cup full of Diet Coke she can’t drink.

Last night Miranda and I went to a Champagne Reception at Bodacious. We got all fancy (because we are seriously lacking in reasons to get fancy these days) and headed off down Main Street for some Fun Times. Afterwards we went to grab a bite to eat, then I took her home and my evening promptly turned crappy. Yay!

I was planning on stopping at McDonald’s on my way home because I wanted some Diet Coke. I tried to call Ed to see if he wanted anything because I am a nice wife like that, but unfortunately, Ed is dumb. 8 phone calls later, he still hadn’t picked up his phone because it lives on vibrate and is never in his vicinity. I *hate* this. It infuriates me that I only have one way to get a hold of him and it never works for various stupid reasons – dead batteries, didn’t hear it, left it at work, forgot where it was, didn’t feel it ring. So, that put me in a bad mood. Strike one.

Two: I went through drive through and ordered a medium Diet Coke and an apple pie. The girl at the window was annoyed I was paying with a debit card, thrust my drink at me, handed me my bag, then shut the window and left. That’s fine, except I received no straw, no napkins, and no receipt. This made me angry. I wanted to drink my Diet Coke and I had no straw, and as I was driving I wasn’t about to just pop the lid and chug straight from the cup. I couldn’t just ask her for a straw because she had walked away from the window and there was no one in sight. I don’t care that it was just a McDonald’s drive through; shitty service annoys the fuck out of me. In fact, I was so annoyed that when I got home I actually looked up the number of the McDonald’s online and called to complain. This was about the third time I’d gone through that drive through for a drink and not received a straw, and the second time without napkins. I never call places up to complain, but I was already in a bad mood and seriously, what kind of fucking idiot hands someone a cold drink without a straw. Next time I go into that McD’s I get a free meal that I don’t really want – all I want is a straw with my drink. And some napkins. The receipt I could care less about, but it pissed me off more to realize I had to go look up the phone number because she didn’t give me that, either. I worked in drive through for years; it’s not hard. Gimmie a straw. I hate you. Strike two.

Three: It took me four tries to parallel park outside our building. This never happens; I’m an awesome parallel parker. This time, not so much.

Four: Sasha decided the hallway was awesome and escaped out the door when I got home. I wouldn’t have found her, except I had forgotten something in the car (strike 3.5) and when I went to fetch it she was coming up the stairs and shrieking at me. Stupid cat, this is why you don’t run away. You are dumb.

Other than the four rage-inducing incidents, I had a lovely evening with Miranda. I bought a hat, and some inappropriately coloured tights. Today I have to clean this dump; we’re going to Seattle tomorrow and I suppose it would be more pleasant to come home to a clean apartment rather than the disgusting sty it is right now. I am so domesticated. It is humiliating.

Today I am boring. Sorry ‘bout that.