The Rotten Horrible No Good Day

That was Monday. Dh had his doctor's appt and came home bleeding copiously from one of the biopsy sites. He is afraid of needles. Afraid of razors. Probably just plain afraid of pain. Not a good day for dh.

The doctor originally said they would do the pathology labs there in the office and would call him the next day. Dh called and was told that they decided to ship them off to a different lab and they'd get the results back in two weeks. Not a good day for dh.

Yesterday the water heater thermostat started to fail. Hot water was practically boiling at the tap. Let's just say that dh doesn't handle stress very well. He was rude to a telemarketer who had the misfortune to call while he was contemplating the cost of a new heater. He's never rude to telemarketers. Won't even hang up on them. He definitely snapped at her. It was surreal. Not a good day for dh.

I went to Lowes today for the lower thermostat replacement. Picked up the upper one as well. Picked up a can of paint while there, too. There were two cans of unmarked mistints. I took them to the counter where 3 clerks were milling around. I just needed the tops popped off but I had left my opener at home. They took the lady with the two kids and the "if Martha can do it so can I" look in her eyes first. She wanted 3 cans of paint mixed but wasn't quite sure on the 3rd colour. I figured one of the other clerks could pop the cans for me. Uh...no. It takes two people to mix a can of paint apparently. The big guy, who wouldn't have looked any stranger if he had an axe wedged into his frontal lobe, was there to provide the muscle. I guess.

The 3rd clerk was some chick with black fingernail polish. She opened the lids just enough to get some paint to dab on the lid. She practically huddled over it so I couldn't see the contents. The first can was "cookie crumb". I figured it would be tan, or taupy or butterscotch. Something cookie-ish. It was white. Some mistint.

The second can was violet something or other. I decided to take it for dd's room. A $31 can of paint for $8. What the hell, right? She put it in the shaker for me. While I was waiting on this $8 mistint, the lady with the 3 cans of paint finished, a woman requesting 2 samples mixed was taken care of, an old geezer got his can of paint mixed and shaken and decided to get a couple cans of primer, too, and a guy came in with a 1x2 piece of trim and wanted a colour match. He got a little testy with her because she didn't quite understand what he wanted. The other two clerks had bugged out. Maybe they didn't like the look of his stick.

The chick went to shake someone else's paint and discovered my can of mistint in the machine. She hauled it out and said, "Sorry. I forgot about you." Lovely. "Yeah", I replied, probably about as testy as the guy with the stick. Of course, when I went thru checkout it rang up as $31 and I had to wait for a manager to come override the register.

When I got home I threw myself into one of my new lawn chairs on my work-in-progress stone patio only to discover that one of my underwires had snaked itself out from under my boob and was poking out of the top of my shirt like a cobra. You'd think I'd notice something like that. The list to the right should have given it away. Not a good day for me.