This entry is in part because I'm an idiot, and in part to make Fyrchk revisit my blog (after boycotting it until said snake photo is gone):

This morning, HDHusband got up at Oh-Dark-Thirty (5:00). He had to be to work early for interviews, as well as finish packing for his four-day trip to Paris, France. I had already tossed and turned to sleep last night, then up early because he was up early (if even in fits of sleep), so I averaged about 4-5 hours of sleep last night. And HDW needs, oh, 8-10 to be normal (and this isn't always a reasonable goal with a child, but I digress).

THE POINT is this:

I decided to hit Starbucks for a coffee to wake my ass up. While in the drive-thru, I started getting stuff together to throw away in the nice little trash can they have before the pull-up window.

I managed to throw out a ten dollar bill. How the hell did that happen???

I had to pay with a five, park the car, go back and fish for my money. The lady at the trash can was on her yuppie bluetooth phone (sorry HDH) and gave me a quizzical, yet bitchy, look.

I blamed my son.

He wasn't even there.

Fuck you, bitch. Fuck me for throwing away ten dollars.

Here's to a good night's sleep!!!