Monday moaning: but not too loudly

Well it's Monday morning and it feels really early doesn't it? Yeah, yeah, I know everyone is always thrilled when we "spring forward" in March, and I include myself in this group, but still, the first few mornings are rough, aren't they?

I feel as though I've been running all morning to stay on schedule, but I've still failed miserably. And yesterday morning? There was just no way I was going to make it to the 8 am yoga class. I did made the 10 am, but barely.

Speaking of yesterday during yoga....my husband spent that hour going out to buy beers and an appetizer for a pool party we were going to in the afternoon.

Here's what I walked into upon my return:

Nice app, honey!

Not only is it not an appetizer, it is the opposite of an appetizer. Cupcakes are consumed after the meal, not before. Of course it was fine. No one cared a wit, and I gotta hand it to hubby, those sunshines that adorn the cupcakes? They are rings, every last one of them -- very festive indeed.

Last but not least, remember that pesky tooth of mine? The one that caused so much trouble and expense? Well it is supposedly all fixed up, the temporary cap was replaced by a permenant zirconia jobber first thing Thursday morning. So I ask you, why oh why does it still hurt all the time?!

I know, I should call the office, right now, and see what the problem is, but I just can't face that place again right now. I was a good sport through the ordeal, if I do say so myself. But one more appointment? I don't think so.

I've set a deadline of 1 week. If it still throbs and requires I down obscene amounts of ibuprofen every day, then I'll make the call. Until Thursday? It's denial and drugs.