Really?

What a fun day this has been. Took Johan to the vet this morning, super pleased to be going to his six-month check up because I was so sure the vet would be all "wow! good job on the weight loss!" Nope, that little fucker gained weight! Not only was I certain that he'd lost at least 1/4 pound, J even thought so. So now I have to buy a different type of food and measure it carefully and maybe run fatty around a little bit more. Super.

Work was boring and unremarkable, which is fine. But the being stuck in traffic and being in two situations where I sat through several cycles of the light on my way home was not so fine. I left at 5:25 and thought I'd be OK but nope! It is Friday and the road outside my office is off limits so traffic was a mega clusterfuck.

But whatev, I got home. I chilled and ate some string cheese (because I'm 7) and then got ready to walk to the store for some beer and dinner. My iPod was strapped on and I was upbeat and happy for the walk after having sat in my car for so long. Guess what? Someone stole my fucking bike. They cut the cord that was attaching the front tire to the bike and bike rack and took the rest of the body and back wheel, along with the u-shaped lock that was attached. I'm pissed and stunned. They stole J's bike last year and, the previous year, my front tire and seat. Assholes.

Still, I soldered on and walked to the store where I purchased me some Sierra Nevada Summerfest and set off home to relax. And I got caught in the rain.

And yet I'm still upbeat... wait, I should probably stop it. Lord knows what will happen next if I keep this sunny disposition shit up!

Take that Charlie Brown.