I'm just a little cranky

At my office party, the other night, a scantily clad co-worker came close to my face and whined that she did not feel well.
I'm afraid I wasn't very nice and asked her to take two steps away from me and implied that she might be contagious.
Now I have a scratchy throat and am tired. And she? Called in sick.

K took Youngest to a doctor's appointment last evening which meant I walked from the train, which I don't mind. At the end of the walk I was knee-deep in snow, which is still okay, BUT...I forgot my key and was locked out of the house. My cell phone was dead too. I was able to get a text to Middle to ask him to hurry home with the key but I still waited outside for nearly an hour while the "idiot key" was hanging in the kitchen.

That walk from the station was fine until I slipped on some ice, three quarters of the way home, and pulled a muscle in my back - just a little.

My favorite underwire camisoles (from The Gap) have a design flaw that practically propels the wire through the fabric and directly into my chest. I have hot glued them, sewn them and am about to clip the wire shorter in an attempt to save my flesh.

I think I'm losing my taste for SweeTarts.