Crabby Abi's Blabbing

I knew today was going to be tough pretty early. I’m sure we’ve all had days where we look back and think that it would have been better had we stayed in bed all day. Even if nothing was accomplished. Today has been like that. I should have known. There were plenty of signs. I’m wondering which one I should have taken the hint from…

Perhaps it was when I woke up late.

Or it could have been that I woke up feeling sick.

Maybe it was when nothing I had at home sounded good to eat for breakfast. I couldn’t even think about eating any of it. It made me want to hurl. And if you know anything about me, you know that a hungry Abi is a crabby Abi. The only thing that sounded good was a Peanut Butter Moo’d from Jamba Juice, without the peanut butter.

It could have been when I got to Jamba Juice and there was one of Oceanside’s finest leaning up against his squad car in the parking lot staring at the place. “Goin’ to Jamba Juice?” he asked me.

“Yep.”

“Good luck with that. I’ve been here for about 15 minutes and they’re not open yet. Strange too considering there’s a car here with a warm engine and the lights are on. The doors are locked though. Not sure what’s going on. Maybe if you go knock again someone will open the doors.”

So, of course, I knocked. Nothing else sounded even remotely like I could swallow it, let alone keep it down. No answer. I was already running late for work (hm, another clue?) so I left. The cop didn’t even budge.

The only other thing between me and work was Carl’s Jr. Yuk. No choice. Headache coming. Must stop. I pulled up to the microphone thing to order breakfast and nothing looked or sounded good. I ordered French toast sticks and hashbrowns with milk. “I don’t have no milk this morning. I have coffee, orange juice and soda.” (HUGE clue. I don’t do well without my milk.) I knew orange juice would immediately give me heartburn which would put me over this morning so I ordered a soda. Squirt. It’s close, right? Not when it’s nothing by SODA WATER. Ug!!

Maybe the last straw should have been when I burned my tongue on the first French toast stick and then about threw up the cold soda water I tried to put the fire out with.

Or maybe it was the stomach ache breakfast gave me.

All I know for sure at this point is that I should have paid closer attention to the signs and gone back to bed. The day isn’t over yet though so I’m still optimistic. Things could be worse. They could still get better.