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!
Hoping your luck is changing!!
My luck IS changing, as the first day of spring was yesterday AND the sun was shining. Yay me!
Sorry darling things will get better soon. Hugs! Your nephew’s picture with the ball is adorable. What are you feeding him? He looks so muscular :).
Nephew eats any and everything, as you can see! I already want to get a basketball jersey with his name embroidered on the back. Too soon?!
haha looks fun except for the tire. But if it hadn’t been flat you’d never have gotten to rock the borrowed jacket.
I like – scratch that – love the way you think.
Looks like you had a very interesting St Paddy’s Day. 😕 Hope your poor kitty recovers soon. That pot o’ gold is far too elusive, isn’t it? 😦 Your nephew and niece are such cute little munchies. 🙂
Thanks for the compliments on the twins – they are divine munchies and so much fun!
The kit cat is coming along well…I’ll be over the moon (as will he) when I don’t have to medicate him every day in the ears, throat and eye. He’s hanging in there though!
Teddy looks so sweet in the photo, I know he misses you. New kitty, I’m sure, is grateful though he is getting such sweet care from you.
Teddy is so sweet and I’m missing him so! But New Cat (aka Money Pit) is awfully cuddly and appreciative of his new home, especially while he’s not feeling well. Which makes everything seem worthwhile. 🙂
“Irish” you had a more relaxed weekend, but this made for a delightful read!
“Irish” I had a more relaxed weekend too but am always happy to provide “thank God that wasn’t my weekend” posts! 🙂
Oh Megan!! I’m sorry you were driven to the point you had to smoke! Fucking cars dude! Anyway…glad to see little money pit is still with you. Hope that’s the last of his ailments as I’m sure you are itching for some retail therapy after all of these $$$ sucking events!
Thanks Lady! Smoking is so disgusting but it was truly the only thing that could ‘take the edge off’ that morning. Money Pit has found his home…although he’s TOTALLY digging into my retail therapy fund!
Rum should fix most of the issues 😉 Well wishes for kitty!
Yes! Rum is fixing almost everything for me right now! XO
I hardly knew that it was St. Patrick’s Day until this old ogre of a nurse hobbled into my office and handed me a prepackaged shamrock cookie from 1998.
Yes, I ate it.
That is waaay not cool about your car I’ve been there… more than once. Hopefully that thing gives you a proper return on investment and starts working like a charm. <— badum-ching!
I am very proud of you for eating the cookie from 1998 because I would have done the same thing. Do you carry a jar of Nutella around with you to mask old tasting food items?
My car can suck it but loving your charming joke! 🙂
No words. Just wishing you endless green Jell-O shots, healthy kitties and maybe an iron on machine as I feel that tshirts might be a quick & dirty route to more spending money, despite the lemon mobile!
I’m so on board with an iron on machine! That way I can express my daily emotion with a more money conscious mind. Oof. Can’t wait to wear my love of Kale very soon!