Give Me A Break, Already

I sat down to blog with the intention of whining about my newest misfortunes and wishing my life would finally take a turn for the positive.  But then I remembered my latest resolution, and I'm tired of crying anyway.

So I just have this to say.  To the Universe, to whatever Higher Power is watching my life-as-a-series-of-disasters with amusement, interest, curiosity or whatever:  Give me a fucking break already.

For some reason unbeknownst to me, I was compelled to look up The Dude's big ex on Facebook over the weekend.  Does she have a profile pic of the two of them?  Yep, she sure does.  Yes, he and I were just supposed to be working on a friendship, but I feel betrayed nonetheless.  I took the last of the pictures of him out of its frame this afternoon.

And why was I home on a Monday afternoon, you might be wondering?  Well, after spending as much time in bed as I could post-Facebook-discovery until Sunday afternoon, I finally got myself over to help Cupcakes and Shoes with her move.  After the move, we had a girls only bbq at A Single Girl's house to celebrate our girl power in moving all that stuff without the help of men.  (Of course, this was the original plan.  And while we did have the help of a few men in the end, I think the women still did the majority of the work.  Plus, we wanted to drink cocktails and nosh on hot dogs.)  To make a long story short, as we collected all the plates and glasses to carry them back inside at the end of our bbq, I rolled my ankle stepping down one of the stairs and as I fell, the glass I was holding smashed into my face.  The glass broke and luckily I didn't end up with a shard in my face.  But I do have two cracks in my front tooth.  So I went in to see the dentist this afternoon.  He smoothed out the chip on the front of my tooth and declared my nerve in good order, instructing me to keep an eye on the tooth in case further damage shows up down the road.  All for the bargain price of $170.

I mean, seriously?  Yeah, I'm clumsy, but this can't be all my fault.  I feel like a black cloud has been hovering over me for the last couple of months.  Time to move on and find a new home, cloud!  Might I suggest you take up residence over The Dude's ex?  Seems like as good a place as any.

But, sigh, I can't sit inside and cry all night.  Cupcakes is crashing on my couch until her new apartment is ready for move-in, after all.  So instead, I'm going to try to end the day better than I started it - taking a bottle of wine and a book out to my balcony to relax for a bit.  I have Bachelorette Monday to look forward to, and A Single Girl is bringing me a traveling fashion show, to help her pick out her birthday dress.

And so to all that, I guess all I can say is ... Cheers!  If tomorrow doesn't go any better, at least I have plenty of wine.