I Thought I Was Having A Bad Day?

I need to whine.  Can we talk about my day?  It hasn’t been a good one.

I have a sick husband at home, and if you’ve ever had an ailing male in your care you know that it just isn’t an easy situation to deal with.  I’m guilty of assault with a deadly glare.

Oh, and I went to the dentist today which is always the least fun I can possibly have while laying on my back.  Unless I’m giving birth, of course.  As she poked and prodded around my mouth and told me (for the second time in six months) that she doesn’t think I have cancer, she referred me to a surgeon nonetheless.  Trust me, the irony of a snarky gossip blogger with mouth cancer isn’t lost on me.

I almost burned my gluten-free macaroni and cheese because my sick husband, the one who promised to keep an eye on it, did not.

So, yeah.  It hasn’t been a great day.  But guess what?  My day is a million times better than Patrick Swayze’s day since a radio station reported him as dead this morning.  His rep released this statement:  This is to confirm that Patrick Swayze did not pass away this morning contrary to severely reckless reports stemming from a radio station in Jacksonville, Florida.  Patrick Swayze is alive, well and is enjoying his life and he continues to respond to treatment.”

The poor dude is battling pancreatic cancer, probably enjoying the sun, smoking a cigarette and the condolence calls start coming in.  That is a bad day.