Today has started out so lovely.
Bitchy black and white cat shit on the couch sometime during the night. Bitchy black and white dog ate it before I could stop her this morning.
Then before leaving for work, Big D brought in a deer leg (I think it was a leg?) that his friend gave him. Now, I've never eaten deer--and I'm not saying I'm against it--but to see this disgusting grisly raw piece of meat/bone poking out of a garbage bag on my sun porch this moring was enough to make me feel like yacking. On the spot. And decide I never want to try deer. Then had to keep shoo-ing Big blondie dog away from it. Repeatedly.
And on to of it, all morning, my friggin' eye has been killing me. It feels like that dull ache you get with a bruise...it's just...my eye ball that is feeling it. But it's not something in my eye, if that makes sense. It hurts more when I press on my lid (closed over my eye ball). So what do I keep doing? Pressing it of course.
Oh, and my Food Bag coffee tastes like a cup 'o crap, this morning.