The lawsuit. The client suing me in small claims court. I don’t want to publish details here, so I can’t even write it out and feel better. God knows I spend enough time talking about it…with my husband, with the insurance people, with the pet sitter involved. Actually now that I think about it, I’m kinda sick of talking about it. Unfortunately, I can’t just put it out of my mind. I’m not as upset as I could be over something like this, thanks to my pretty pink pills of anti-anxiety and anti-depression, but it still occupies my mind more than I like. Some people say, just don’t think about it, or don’t worry too much…very good advice. I wish they’s also give me some pointers on how to accomplish that. I mean seriously, how do you just not think or worry about being sued? I know one thing, no matter what the judgement is, I’ll be very happy to have it OVER with. I won’t ever have to worry about it again. I have a lawyer and my insurance company is standing behind me. That is a lot of comfort but this still sucks.

So there I was in the grocery store, feeling grumpy. I’d stopped in to snag some lunch. I knew exactly what I wanted: Cherry Chicken Pasta Salad. As I tried to quickly walk to the item and get it, people and their stupid shopping carts kept slowing me down. *grumple, grumple* I mean, the nerve. Shopping! While I’m in a hurry. Stupid people. *fume and fuss* I finally get to the deli, grab my grub and am walking past the cheese sample lady when she pops up with a huge smile ands says, “I’ve got Gouda!” to someone else, in the most cheery, friendly, exuberant voice you can imagine. I had to actually cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. I’ve got Gouda!! I got all the way out to the parking lot before I couldn’t stand it anymore and stopped in the middle of the way, bending over, slapping my knee and just bellowing laughter. I’ve got Gouda!!! It’s so fucking funny.

I’ve got Gouda!!!

Either it truly is funny, or I’m going insane. *shrugs*