Today was rough. Missed lunch for me and the kid, late to work, freaking out over day care arrangements. But the cute guy had the day off (I develop crushes at the drop of a hat), so I kind of slummed it. Ancient cargos and a t shirt that I should have paid more attention to. I work at a butcher shop as a cheese monger. Mostly, I handle prepared food and have very little contact with the butchers. But I wore the shirt I had on while painting Kiddo's treehouse. I guess I painted it blood red, since everyone who saw in on my side of the shop asked if I had recently murdered someone. And it was only in the car when I realized that out of all the butchers that had seen it, not one asked why I was covered in blood.