Last night after my usual dinner date with J & J (thankfully, the living situation was discussed earlier in the week via text messages, all is settled), I decided to drive to the store to find some new crappy black pants to wear at the restaurant as the dogs decided that my old crappy black pants would be very comfy if shredded and used for bedding. Since Old Navy only had very, very ugly black pants that I absolutely refuse to wear, I decided to walk over to Borders to finally pick up Ash and spend the evening resigned to the fact that I will have to ruin my favorite pair of black Dickies by wearing them to work this weekend.

As I exited the store, only slightly cheered by my book and music purchases, noted that it had started snowing yet again, and did what only I seem to do so very well. I slipped, fell spectacularly on my ass with my legs at a previously believed to be impossible angle, cracked my elbow on a stone column, and watched as my Ash CD flew into a nearby snow bank.

Yeah.

Then this morning I managed to spill half of my $5 coffee all over my sore leg. As luck would have it I’m wearing my brand new favorite pair of jeans, and now I must walk around the office looking like a complete slob (yet smelling somewhat yummy). Now my leg is both sore and sticky and I still have a long day ahead of me.

*Sigh*