Monday

I have the worst luck with Mondays. They hate me, I swear it. Every Monday something happens. Last week I overslept and had 10 minutes to get ready and drive 20 minutes to work. The week before that I was stranded without a car and ended up being two hours late to work. The week before THAT I spilled a full cup of coffee on a customer (the water, by the way, comes out at about 190 degrees). And then today I completely submerged my cell phone in toilet water. Thankfully I had just cleaned the bowl last Wednesday; but despite the pearly-white interior, my phone shut down on me. I let it dry out, put it in rice, waited to turn it on... you name it, I've tried it. So another Monday has gotten the best of me, and now I'm eBay-ing used cell phones.

In other news, I'm 12 weeks along, which means I'm ALMOST finished with my first trimester. Everyone says the second trimester is like the honeymoon; all the bad symptoms usually go away, and you can just enjoy the adventure of supporting another life. That's what I'm hoping for anyway.