I’ve had little to no patience today.  Actually I’ve had no patience and have had to somehow manage to get through the day without a complete and total meltdown.  It’s been tough.  I’ve been on the verge of crying, screaming, or kicking for the last 16 hours.  I haven’t had to live through anything extraordinary awful or tediously boring or even obnoxiously difficult.  Just Monday and me not getting along.  For example:

There was an earthquake this morning in Los Angeles that was close enough to my alarm time that when it woke me up Riggins decided it was time to eat.  After feeding the dogs and crawling back into bed I figured I’d just turn my alarm off and get up in a couple of minutes.

Over an hour later I jumped out and ran to the shower.  Of course a dog got dropped off at that moment and I had to go outside in a robe dripping wet to take him off his mom’s hands.

While taking the dogs to Runyon to go hiking I was behind a Prius going a speedy 10-20 miles per hour with a bumper sticker that said, “When Clinton Lied No One Died.”  I really hated that person.  I wanted to ram him/her with my car.  Going that slow on any street in LA let alone Mulholland should be a crime that allows me to hit your car numerous times without guilt nor insurance/criminal/liability fault.  Add that dumbass sticker and really I’m just doing Karma’s work for her.

What does that sticker even mean?  I don’t understand?  So it’s okay to lie as long as no one dies?  That is really the dumbest thing

ever.  Seriously.  Ever.  Only a lying asshole would think that bumper sticker should be on his/her car.

When hiking with the dogs this leprechaun ran past us with his little green dog.  Green since she was dyed for the holiday.  Yes … he had a dyed green dog.  Vesper (one of the dogs staying with me right now) ran up to play with her and the leprechaun lost his shit.  He jumped between the two dogs screaming.  Apparently little magical dogs aren’t allowed to play at off leash dog

parks when they have pots of gold to protect.  As he ran past me he screamed, IF YOUR DOG CHARGES HE NEEDS TO BE ON LEASH.  a. Not technically MY dog.  b. She not he.  c. Running toward your dog to play not “charging” d. Your dog is green … zip it.

Coming home I ducked into the “Hollywood sign view” turn out to text doggie parents cute pictures of their babies on our hike.  While sitting there, in a perfectly legal parking spot, a tourist bus pulled in and parked behind me blocking me from leaving.  This may have been on me.  I did turn into a tourist area but one does not expect to be trapped there while folks from the mid-west get their pictures taken in front of giant letters

Upon coming home I quickly grabbed my dress I plan to wear for my b-day gathering and rushed it to the dry cleaners only to have them be closed.  Who closes at 7:30 on a Monday night?  My dry cleaners.  That’s who.

As you can see I’m anxious to go to sleep and get started on Tuesday.  Perhaps lots of little things will make me happy instead of wanting to pull my hair out.

PS.  Happy St. Patrick’s Day from the dogs and me.