First it rains, then it pours, then the monsoon hits...

Ever have those days that start out bad, then get worse, and then just goes off the deep end? I'm having one.

I found out that due to a communication error, I lost out on a great job opportunity. That was pretty harsh to deal with, but it was partially my fault. Just have to wait longer for the opportunity to arise again.

Then, I get the message, the car will not start. Our wonderful, dependable car is now a very big paper weight. So, Nick's dad comes over to look at the car and play with it. Nothing. We now are getting around with their truck. I have no idea what the problem is, but it will probably be expensive. It tries to start but it just doesn't have whatever it needs to fully turn over. At our apartment complex, we have assigned parking, so I spent the night fretting about the truck getting towed. Nick called them, explained the situation, and they were extremely understanding. Still need to get the big, green paperweight fixed.

Then, Nick's phone dies on us, but it was kind of expected. It's been on the fritz for awhile. This is the number he has on his resume to get a spiffy new job so we can have fun at Disney and pay bills. So, off to the cell phone place to get it fixed. This actually worked out for us, we got both of our phones upgraded for free and straightened out our text messaging package.

I also find out that a very dear friend of mine has a potentially serious medical issue. She's going through all sorts of testing and stuff to figure out what it is, and how serious it is. I was extremely upset when she told me, so much for being the strong supportive friend. Hopefully I can pull together some good mojo for her and she'll be ok.

Jack Daniel's was invented for days like this.

Why I love Victoria and her Secret

I hate shopping for underwear. The only thing I hate shopping for more is bathing suits.

My underwear is showing some wear and tear. I can't tell you the last time I really shopped for it. But when I do shop for it, I go to Victoria's Secret. I can walk in, get my size, and have a wide variety of choices. I know that the 38Cs will fit me, instead of me squishing my girls into what another manufacturer claims to be 38Cs. Nick convinced me to go the cheap route to replace my dwindling underwear stash.

Big mistake.

I tried five bras and a set of panties. Three of the five bras were nowhere near big enough for my chest. I looked like I was squishing two tons of shit into a one ton truck. They fit horribly. So that turned into a big waste of time. The panties were a whole different batch of fun. I read the size chart and got what should have been a slightly smaller size. I'm not quite a 12/14. I'm sort of a big 14. I took one pair out and unfolded it. Holy granny panties! I sort of hold them over my body while Nick watches and they are HUGE. So I try them on over my underwear. I can seriously hike them up to my tits. I was so pissed. I needed underwear, not five circus tents.

On the bright side, at least I got socks and two work bras.