Are You Kidding Me?

So yesterday was one of those days where you crawl into bed and think: Really, did that happen today?

I got up a bit early and headed to work to get caught up on some of the craziness that occurs just before conference time every year.  It turned out to be one of those days where you hit the door running and don't stop until you crawl into bed!

During one of my plannings I decided to see if I could get into the doc to have her take a look at my right ring finger.  It just wasn't right.  I couldn't bend it right, it felt strange and I haven't been able to wear my rings for over two weeks.  I was worried I might have broken it, but couldn't even remember hurting it. CRAZY!  Well they were able to squeeze me in with Dr. Clark.  I had no idea who Dr. Clark was, but I was willing to take anything to see if my worst fear was a reality.  Well, he was awesome!  Just might consider changing docs altogether.  Tender, caring and really felt like he was listening to me!  The result:  Tendinitis.  The cure. A little tape, some Aleve at night, and most importantly PATIENCE.  The thing I lack most in life!  Real funny, God!

 After the appointment and gathering up a bunch of kids for carpool duty, my mann informed me we had to run out to the property to clean up the mess he had to leave behind in order to get back to do carpool duty...which he forgot to do, of course!  Anyway, upon checking out all that had gotten completed today I noticed something strange.  The snacks I had in the cabinets for emergencies when we were out working on various projects were missing.  And so was the house warming present from Mr. Brian.  Okay the food I was okay with, but the bottle of blue I was not okay with.  You see I am a rare drinker. And when I notified Mr. Brian that this house would have something available everytime he drove out, he and Ms. Susan started the collection on the first run.  Well you can imagine the shock on my face when the bottle was gone.  (enter a sense of sarcasm here.)  Why did I think my belongings would be safe with a bunch of workers coming in an out for at least 6 weeks.  Uh...duh...am I truly that trusting?!!! 

Upon further inspection from my mann, the evidence was found in a giant trash can. 

Everything except for the bottle in the brown bag!

I am just praying they weren't tipping it back while doing the job...