Starting off the week with sore ribs because I finally discovered why so many people just do not get along with mules was fun.
Struggling with allergies that make me feel like someones replaced my brains with a blue raspberry slushee...also fun.
Getting an aggressive and angry email from a relative I've chosen to distance myself from for exactly that reason nearly tops on the list.
However, the cake topper of the week thus far has been sitting through an excruciating four-hour mediation process with someone who apparently thinks I've got wads of cash falling out of my vagina. (Hint: I don't.) (The complete and unbelievable irony of this being the same person who used to become apoplectic with frustration when it seemed to them that their ex was just trying to find more ways to squeeze money they didn't have out of them I lack sufficient language skills to convey.)
Oops, I said vagina on my blog. Mom, I hope you're not reading this.