Oh What a Day

      It wasn't so much a day of negative things as it was a day of  "what?" and "why?"  I finally understand what someone means when she says (never heard a man say it) "getting on my last nerve" or "plucking my nerves." Oh what a day this was. My shoulders are knotted up little bunches of grapes. I come home and the water is off. Deep sigh!

O.K. I am taking a deep breath and counting to 10-- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Mmm, no better. 

I think this "What a day" streak started last night when I returned home from a networking meeting. I seldom eat candy, I am not good, I just don't care that much for it. There were Hershey kisses in a bowl last night and I ate three, I guess that wet my appetite for more. So anyway I get home and drink juice, cuz no candy in the house. While I am looking through the goodie bag we all received I spot what looks to be a sweet. It has a gold wrapper, has "The Gold Bar" on the lable ,\and it is from a wellness consultant. I figure as long as it is sweet like a candy bar it will suit me just fine. I had a lard time opening the candy wrapper but finally tore the paper and peaked inside--lo and behold there was a yellow bar of soap.