I guess today is just going to be one of THOSE days.
My Mom came over to look at Mister’s rash. She said it IS chicken pox. One of the spots welled up and popped. Ugh.
While she was here, I thought I would run to the drug store and grab a battery that I needed.
As I was pulling out of the parking space at the drug store, someone else pulled out of his space, too.
He was driving a large pickup truck and I the minivan.
He had a chrome bumper.
I did not.
His bumper won.
Of course, neither party was injured, which is the main thing. And the gentleman was as pleasant as could be. He even apologized for making me cry and said he was sorry that he had made my crummy day even crummier.
I literally just bust out crying.
Excuse me, Father Time? I would like a new day. STAT.