To start, I worked a very rare(for me) day shift. I didn’t sleep well and got up at 6:30 am. Work was OK, kind of slow.
Wanted to use the new snow blower after work. I was sooooo tired, so I sat down for a little while and ate dinner. Finally go out to use said snow blower and spill gas all over it. We have a gas can that you have to push in on the spout to get it to pour. While I am doing that, gas is also leaking out around the base of the spout. I have gas all over my gloves-I HATE having gas on me-ugh, the smell. Call Joe at work, cry and whine, get him agitated too.
Finally get gas + oil in snow blower. Drag snow blower down driveway(HEAVY.) Pray that I don’t ignite due to gasoline spill. Turn choke. Turn key-wait, where’s the key? Look all around snow blower. Look in house in plastic bag that manuals, etc came in. No key. Call Joe, cry + whine part II. Call Lowe’s, he tells me where key should be. Nope, not there, or there. He says I can come pick one up. I say tomorrow, ’cause I am too damn tired and wound up to anywhere now. He says OK.
Drag stupid, heavy, gasoline-covered snow blower back into garage. Cry. Stomp into house. Go into bedroom. Find the BAG THAT THE BOOKLETS CAME IN and RECEIPT on dog bed with two very guilty looking dogs. Proceed to lose my shit and yell while dogs wish they could disappear. Pick up bag, receipt, and pieces of receipt(thank god not many) and tape receipt back together. Tear off clothes in gasoline covered frenzy-toss in washer. Take shower. Why does the hot water run out so soon? Oh yeah, doofus, LAUNDRY.
And, I’m done. Thank god we have Lost to watch.
