ap-cray

That's pig Latin for crap. That was my day yesterday.

It started with a Team Manager for DI calling to quit. And I couldn't even get angry at her because she's really sick. She's doing the right thing, but for a while, I thought I would need to be the team manager for her group.

Then, in checking on what I had ordered for Christmas for my sister, I discovered that all of my Amazon orders had been sent to Tewksbury. Oh Man!!!

I, of course, discover this 3 minutes before I had to be outside to meet the kids bus. So I couldn't begin the phone tag required to re-route the packages somewhere more useful.

So out I headed to the bus at 2:35 only to step into a giant pile of doggy doo as I was crossing my yard. And I mean giant! I've never seen such a giant pile of ap-cray! Right in the middle of my yard. I'm sorry dog owner, but there is no way you could have missed your dog producing such a giant pile. Could you not have just picked it up? Please, let me know where you live and I will send my children over to your yard to squat down and dump a load.

So, I survived. I was able to call the Tewksbury postmaster who calmed and soothed me, and told me that she would contact the route driver and see if they could find the packages. I was able to get most of the poo off my shoe in time to attend a wonderful little neighborhood party around the corner, where we exchanged ornaments and cookies and had wonderful conversation, and fortuitously, the regional director of DI was there and told me she had a couple who still wanted to be team managers. The glass of Sirah at the party was helpful as well.

Today will be a better day.