I knew I shouldn't have left the house this morning.

After my self-imposed weekend exile, I emerged this morning to go to work. I have been slammed every which way, by customers and co-worker's alike. I also spilled my lunch down the front of my body. Oh, yeah, it was oatmeal. Nice hot, gloopy oatmeal. I washed it all off and now I look like I am fresh from a wet t-shirt contest, and I smell like a dog that just rolled in wet hay. Hotttt. I got right back up on the oatmeal horse and made some more. I would have starved otherwise. But, really. I wish I had called in sick.