God has a sense of humor or I'm a forgetful idiot

I got home late Saturday night after getting up at 2 AM to drive into the Chicago for class. It was a long day and I was beat when I got home, so I grabbed my book bag and promptly went inside to find somewhere I could be horizontal.

I went no where on Sunday because it was cold and I wasn't feeling all that great anyway.

After not having a great start for a Monday ...let me rephase, after one of the worst Monday morning starts recorded in history, I actually get ready to leave my house to go to work. I hadn't put the Jeep in the garage so windows had to be scrapped. I got in and looked at the wind shield, and did a double take at the windshield, and took a closer look at the windshield, and my eyes followed a path up to the roof where my eyes widened at what could only be described as what looked like projectile vomit! I flew out of the jeep in fear of what ever it was getting on me and well...feeling like I needed to hurl myself. When I looked at the console and saw the little culprit, I had pulled a diet wild cherry pepsi from the fridge at 3 AM when I left my house on Saturday but had never drank it and more importantly, I had forgotten about it.

I looked at the roof, the dash, the rear view mirror, and thought many expletives normally used to describe Michigan fans. I drove to work without the heat on, because well I didn't want the projectile soda vomit to start melting. I called a few places and found a place that could get her in. So she is being detailed, I have to pick her up this morning.

My Monday, that already started with the worst start in recorded history add in projectile soda vomit, went frankly down hill from there. But at least the projectile soda vomit is amusing, the rest of it wasn't amusing and not really worth listing.

Here's praying for a better Tuesday. I don't hold out much hope though considering I will be sleeping tonight in the booming metropolis of Coffeyville, KS. Seeing the sense of humor yet?