Have you ever had one of those days when you knew getting out of bed would be nothing but trouble? Well, today was one of those days. First off, the pups decided 4:30am would be a good time to get up. Okay, not a big deal, I can do that.
Get to work, dealing with the same thing I always do, bad people doing bad things. Okay, again, I can deal with that.
Then I get a call, my bank account has been hacked and some scumbag has decided to go shopping on my dime. To add salt to the injury, the jerk has lousy taste!
Finally, I get home and our recycling has blown all over the backyard and into the pond. I pick it all up and let's just say, the dogs are excellent at landmines and their placement.
I just sat down and cried for a minute, then looked up at Lola and I could have sworn she said, "Mom, treat yo' self." I did just that, Dilly bar in one hand, drinky drink in another, I settled into a hot bath and enjoyed my fantastic frozen treat and a trashy magazine.
Now I can face the rest of the night and even tomorrow...I might just need one more Dilly bar.
Remember, even in the worst situations, treat yo' self, but hands off the Dilly bars, their mine!
