When it rains...

As many of you can tell, the past few days and weeks for me have not been my most enjoyable or will be the ones I write about in my Christmas cards of 2007.

Frankly, I feel much like poor Rover in the photo above.

But really, I thought this morning the sun would pop out just a little and things would have a nice, less stressful feel for the day.

You see, as of yesterday, about 120 of 200 pages for the magazine have been sent to the printers for pre-press and things were beginning to look up.

So this morning, I stroll into my office at the same early hour I've been coming on for over a month now and sit down at my desk to work. Nothing terribly exciting, but I was determined it would be a better day.

That's until an unidentified flying creature lands on top of my head in my hair. I try to shoe it away and in the matter of SECONDS, my back is on fire and I'm screaming. This was no fly. It was some form of stinging animal and has stung me a total of three times.

The ____-ing thing then somehow got away alive and my co-worker did kill it later, but it wasn't nearly a slow and painful enough death in my book.

Now, I know what you are thinking - "Awww, poor thing" - but let me let you in on a little known fact. In the 20-something years of my existence I never, ever EVER have been stung by a bee, wasp, hornet, etc. I have been bitten by fire ants, dogs, cats, hamsters, small children and many other assorted things - but never a stinging flying insect.

So this really does top off and already difficult month and a rough few days nicely. My back is swollen, hot and itchy and then to add insult to injury, I've got a dreaded doctor's exam this afternoon.

:::Sigh::: This just isn't my day/week/month. Can't September hurry up and get here? I've always hated the month of August, now I have even more reasons to.