It's safe to say that last night my emotions got the best of me. I could not stop crying. And yes, I will chalk this one up to hormones. On the plus side, I had an eventful night.
When I got home I was determined to relax and get a nice warm bath. So I filled the tub, threw in a bath fizzer (mmmm, strawberry!) and sank down into my oasis to relax. Or so I thought. My music from my IPod did not drown out the splash that happened right in front of me. Chief, hubby's puppy, had jumped into the tub with me. He did not get the concept of holding his head above water and proceded to breath in water. So not only was my bath ruined, I now had a dog bath to give! So, of course, I get him all scrubbed up.
But it doesn't stop there. Oh, no. So I get out to get him all dried off in a towel. I stoop down to dry in off and he takes off towards the door. My wet feet slip on the floor and I managed to catch my fall. With my face. I shake off the pain and reach up to feel blood coming from my nose. Who knew it was going to be this dangerous when all I had planned was relaxation?
So how have your plans gone wrong lately???
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