My St. Patty’s Day weekend proved I’ve become a leprechaun in reverse with no overflowing gold in my pot.
Ever have multiple seconds turn into minutes that roll into hours and then days that make you wanna pull your hair out strand by strand?
Friday morning started with this lovely event…
A second punctured tire in the last three months requiring me to purchase yet another brand new fucking piece of rubber. Thank you streets of Nashville.
While I was quite the damsel in distress (let’s remember my nails are “jewels not tools” so no I don’t know, nor care to know how to change a flat tire), I luckily work in a warehouse full of knights in shining armor.
Adding to my mounting car frustration was the fact that I just spent $1000 on brakes last weekend. So between dropping a cool thou enabling my car to halt and throwing another $250 into the wind for a new tire I thought about to pushing my car into oncoming traffic.
Then I remembered I’m not done paying for it.
And I need transportation to and from work in order to pay for my piece of shit vehicle.
Knowing I just drained my entire year’s worth of spending money in two weeks on a hunk of metal about sent me over the edge…all before noon on a Friday. But the fellas at the warehouse know how to take care of an edgy gal – with endless compliments (your day sucks but you look really nice!) and a cigarette (if I’m smoking, it’s bad as I smoke one cigarette every 1,789 days).
In order to get my heart rate, blood pressure and sanity back in order, I drove across town to visit Ted, the little fur ball love of my life.
Why is my beloved on vacation from yours truly? Because New Cat, the stray we opened our home to in January is sick (and pretty pathetic looking in his cone).
Saturday fun was all about New Cat visiting the vet where we found out his eye is not only worse, he’s somehow developed an ear infection, which means another week away from my precious Ted and $100 less grocery money for moi. I feel like the appropriate name for New Cat is now Money Pit.
Finding out that my nephew is a mini LeBron James lifted my saggy Saturday spirits.
What made me want to do happy cartwheels around my mini manse? Seeing a photo of my niece, a budding shoe hoarder….
The final act in turning my frown upside down included the main squeeze in my liquor loving life. Captain Morgan.
Turning my pissy pants into party pants was complete with my concoction of green holiday treats.
With a little hitch in my kick, I’m happy to say this Nashville gal has the leprechaun spirit in overabundance today.
Here’s hoping some Irish luck finds you, making this a very happy St. Patrick’s Day!