So far today has been one of those days where nothing seems to be going right.

1. I spent the entire day yesterday finalizing the design and layout of our new programs so I could start printing all 2500 of them today. And, of course, our printer is down. This is the 4th week in a row it has decided to completely shut down when I need to print programs. I can not tell you how unbelievably frustrated I am with this right now.

2. I’m meeting this afternoon with the lady who is doing the wedding decorations, and of course today is the one day I leave home without my wedding notebook…the one with all of the pictures and notes I need for our meeting. I’ll just have to wing it.

3. I dropped my work keys into the space between my seat and center console in my car. You know, the place where all those french fries you drop end up. The place of no return. Someone should really create a device that can reach in there and get stuff out. It would be as handy as an ice scraper in Michigan.

I guess it’s not too bad, but I’m still so frustrated. They were talking on the radio this morning about people punching walls when they get angry. I SOOOOO want to do that right now.

Update: Day just got exponentially better. I just got our honeymoon package info in the mail.

In an act of total and complete surrender to The Allergies, I left work early yesterday so I could go home and perhaps try to sleep them off. Anything other than consciousness is an improvement to my situation. It didn't work. I'm so hopped up on antihistamines right now I'm lucky I can even close my eyes. Some unforeseen side effects of all the meds have been taking are a twitch in my left eye and constipation. Totally didn't see that one coming. So now I'm not just Cranky -Itchy-Eyes Woman. I'm Cranky-Itchy-Eyes-Can't-Poo-And-Has-An-Eye-Twitch Woman. It's not pretty folks. And while your inclination may be to feel sorry for me, you should really feel sorry for Otis. He's the one that has to sleep next to me.

Apparently the communication gods do not want me to speak with my husband while he's away. It's really pissing me off. I spent most of last night wondering why Otis didn't call me, and what was he doing that he can't even pick up the phone for five freaking seconds to call his wife and say hi?! Um, maybe I went a little psychotic. Maybe. A little.

I decided to call him one more time at 10:00 my time (11:00 his) to give him one last chance to redeem himself and be the good husband I know he is. That's when I found out he'd been trying to call me all evening and apparently my phone was going straight to voicemail. I totally blame this on Mr. Juicebox and his suggestion to update the software on my phone, which I did Monday night before going to bed. After making the discovery that Otis couldn't get through, I realized I hadn't received a call all day. (We won't go into the fact that not receiving a call all day did not surprise me. That's for another post, which I think I will entitle "PATHETIC LOSER".)

And now, NOW, Google Talk is freaking out and won't even let me sign in. Yet ANOTHER plot to keep me from communicating with my husband who is 1400 miles away. But the gods can't deter me. I still have e-mail, and if worse comes to worse, I'll send him a dang telegram! Stop.