Between candle clients retracting orders with shitty excuses, other potential clients asking for candles that I don't make, my kid having a tantrum over random things I really wasn't expecting, my website client wanting bizarre never-ending changes and this constant headache, I just want to go back to bed.
My fucking lawnmower blade broke yesterday afternoon while I was cutting the verge outside the front fence and I just feel like I have bad juju at the moment. I've been saying stupid things that have come out completely in the wrong way and then I think "Andy why do you have to put your foot in your mouth like that?"
I'll be the first one to admit that I'm not that smart and that's probably why.
Do you ever have instances where you just kinda look at yourself and think "hmmm that was dumb", like when I didn't check to see if there were rocks in the grass of the overgown verge...yeah that was dumb. It's my own fault for not being thorough. I'll just have to do what I always do and add it to my list of dumbassery. The garden service that used to cut the grass here used weedeaters, not lawnmowers so rocks didn't present that much of a problem to them, but I also realised yesterday how thick the grass was in sections where it was cut straight instead of along the contour of the ground. The type of grass is this fine grass we call "kweek" that is really dense. The lawn mower didn't like that very much at all. But not nearly as much as it disliked the half brick that it found a little while later. I felt like a real idiot when I had just started to get into the swing of it and bang, wobble, grrrr.
Now I have to phone suppliers and hope I can find a replacement. That's not who I'd like to speak to right now at all. But alas, these things are sent to try us. So I'll just keep trying too.
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