Who the hell wants all that whipped cream?

So I worked my ass off today, trying to set up my new flea market booth. I spent about an hour putting together one of those gray metal shelves. If you've never done that before - don't.

Then I had another big metal shelf that I was bringing from the other location. The owner had been letting me use it for free and she said I could keep using it if I moved it myself. Seemed like a great deal. Except the freaking thing fell apart when I moved it. It's basically a metal framework that has wood shelves that lay on the frame. The 4 legs break in half, so that's 8 parts. Then there's a front and back and 2 sides for each shelf, so that's 16 parts.

It fell apart so easily that you'd think it would be easy to put back together. Not so fast. My Neighbor Frenemy helped me move everything from the old location on Monday, including this shelf. She and I spent more than 30 minutes trying to put it together then and didn't get very far.

I thought it would be easier if I had some tools, so I went back today with WD40 and a rubber mallet, pliers and screwdrivers. I worked for an hour and a half. I got the front and back sections put together and 2 of the side pieces.

I wanted to cry. NF told me on Monday I should just go out and buy something new. That would be a minimum of $25 and I just can't afford it right now. The booth rent is going to be $15 a month more than I used to pay. Since it's a bigger booth, I bought a bunch of merchandise for it. So I've got quite a bit invested in this enterprise already and I don't know if the flea market's going to make it or not.

They were planning to open on April 15, then they found out the city is doing road construction for the next month. The only way to get to this place right now is through an alley. The road's supposed to be open in 2-3 weeks, but does any construction project ever get done when it's supposed to?

Anyway, I was exhausted after working on those shelves and carrying in boxes of crap. I wanted to go buy a half gallon of ice cream and eat it all. I decided to just get a chocolate shake instead. Fewer calories, less sugar.

I love McDonald's shakes. At least I used to. Now they have frappes. Half the shake for twice the price, topped off by about a cup of whipped cream.

Who the fuck eats that much whipped cream? I have a bigger sweet tooth than anyone I know and it was way too much for me. When they gave it to me, I told them I just wanted a plain ice cream shake. Nope, can't do it.

It's been at least a year since I've had a shake - probably more like 2 years. Now I'm pouting.

One more whine for today - while I was trying to put the shelves together, I stabbed myself with the screwdriver. It went into my thumb and left a half-inch cut. Right in the area where I'm supposed to get my steroid shot - tomorrow.

There's a very good chance he'll say he can't do it now. Whine.