Heart Attack

I about had a heart attack this morning. I was puttering around the house when I decided to check the calendar and see when I work today. I hate not having a set schedule. I like to have a regular routine, but every day is different. So about 9:10 AM I look at the calendar and see that I'm supposed to start working at 9:45 AM. It takes me at least 30-40 minutes to get to work. I jump in my shoes and run to my car like I'm in the Indianapolis 500. I start my car and then check the schedule in my planner, just in case I copied it into the calendar wrong. I had to sit there and look at it for a minute, because it didn't say 9:45, it said 12:00. Something was wrong. Then I looked at the sheet for next week. Yeah, next week I have an early day.

So now I am sitting here trying to catch my breath. I should be doing laundry or filling my aquarium, but I can't, so I'm blogging instead. Why can't I do that, you ask? Is my arm broken, or did my water get shut off, or has tapioca pudding started coming out of the faucets? No, no, and sort of. On the way home from work last night my husband called and told me to stop and pick up 2 gallons of water from the gas station. He said there was something wrong with the water. It wasn't as bad as the water on Dante's Peak, but it was too nasty to drink. We have a neighbor who's pregnant, and her husband and my husband were both pissed off about the whole thing. They went to the mayor's house, but the mayor didn't seem too worried about it. He said he would take care of it tomorrow. So now I have a dishwasher full of dirty dishes, two baskets full of dirty laundry, and a fish tank that needs about 10 gallons of water (it's a 55 gallon tank) and I can't do anything about it.

So here I sit, drowning my sorrow with chocolate donettes (They already have a picture of Frankenstien on the box and it's still September. Next month they will probably put out boxes with Santa and the elves on it.), Sundrop (Best soda in the world, possibly the universe. It's a citrus soda, like Mountain Dew or Mellow Yellow. When I was little it came in green glass bottles with tiny bits of pulp swirling around the bottom. The pulp is gone now, but it's still the best soda ever.), and Court TV (Ah, Court TV. What more do I need to say? I got hooked on it during the OJ Simpson trial. I'm pissed that the judge in California wouldn't let them broadcast the Scott Peterson trial, but that's probably a good thing. If they were broadcasting that trial it would be a struggle to turn off the TV and go to work). Life is good. At least until I have to get up and go to work.