What a day, what a day (WARNING: Venting Ahead)

Today was just one of those days. You know the ones where you wake up and just know it's going to be a crappy day? That was today. On Tuesdays, I commute an hour and a half to do my clinical training at a psychiatric hospital. Just thinking about the drive puts me in an ill mood (I absolutely hate driving, and Florida drivers are the worst in the world...seriously). I'm also scared to death of bridges, and I have to cross two big ones to get to work. So I wake up this morning and the first thing I hear on the news: "Be extremely careful going over the bridges this morning...wind speeds are gusting at 20 mph." So I immediately try to think of excuses to call in today. At 6:00 AM I can think of nothing worst than spending an hour and a half fighting to keep my car from flying off the bridge into the ocean. I fondly refer to one bridge that I drive over as the "Bridge of Death". It is ridiculously high because cruise ships have to be able to pass under it. The bridge is actually named the Sunshine Skyway. I don't think you should have to drive over anything with the word "sky" in it. Here are a couple of photos of the Bridge of Death:


Then this afternoon, I had a patient say to me "You really need to brush your hair. You're starting to get a rat's nest." I gave her the nastiest look I could muster. Then she says to me "You're hair is really dark. I bet you're really a blonde."

I finally got home, opened the door, and Heaven didn't run to greet me. She ALWAYS comes to the door and sticks her little face in the crack. Immediately I was worried that something had happened to her. Then I saw her hiding in a corner of the living room. This tells me that she was doing something bad when I got home. I looked around for evidence but couldn't find anything chewed up. I still don't know what she was up to, but it was definitely mischief. I have a feeling she was humping something. She knows I disapprove of her humping things, so she only does it when I'm not around or she thinks I'm not looking.

Thank you for letting me vent...tomorrow I will be back to my usual happy self.

Hubby is in Vegas on business, so I'm going to spend the night watching the inauguration. He sent me this picture from the plane:


On his agenda for tonight is Bette Midler's show. Now I would love to see her show, but hubby--not so much. Hubby is the type of guy who races mountain bikes and obsesses over football. I can't wait to hear what he has to say about the show.

I miss him already.