Did you ever have one of those days?
I'm having one today.
It started out innocently enough. I woke, fixed lunch and breakfast for my sweetie so she could go to work, then fixed breakfast for my future in-laws, who were leaving to drive back to Michigan.
Then I took a nap.
It was when I woke, rested, that things began to go subtly, horribly wrong.
It all began with a trash bag. I ripped the bag from the roll and began unfolding it. Then I opened it.
Or, rather, I didn't open it.
Forty-five minutes later I was cursing and the bag still wasn't open. I had rolled it between my thumbs and between my palms, stretched it over the edge of a table, and even used my teeth, but I just couldn't get it started. It was only after I ripped the bag in frustration that it obligingly opened. The rip meant I had to deal with a second bag. It wasn't much easier.
Somewhere during the bag-opening routine, I decided it would be more pleasant if I had some entertainment while I wore my thumbs to nubs. That was when I realized I couldn't find my iTouch.
I looked everywhere-- on the bedside table, under the blankets, under the pillow, on the floor beside the bed, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, by the computers, in my coat pockets, inside my shoes, in the refrigerator, in my pants pockets!
My pants pocket! Let's see, keys, cell phone, that five dollar bill I thought I lost, six bits and two pennies, a mini flashlight, iTouch... Damn! There it is! I swear I looked in my pockets twice already!
Okay, so maybe my streak of bad luck is over. In fact, it certainly is. The new underwear that was too tight suddenly isn't and Bad Kitty has sat on the keyboard of my laptop three times now without terminating the file transfer that has been running for more than three hours now. My sweetie will soon be home from work, onions are simmering in butter and will shortly be an essential component of cream of broccoli soup, and the internet connection on my honey's new desktop, which has been giving me conniptions all day, has suddenly decided to oblige me long enough to write this post.
I guess it's a pretty good day after all.
I'm having one today.
It started out innocently enough. I woke, fixed lunch and breakfast for my sweetie so she could go to work, then fixed breakfast for my future in-laws, who were leaving to drive back to Michigan.
Then I took a nap.
It was when I woke, rested, that things began to go subtly, horribly wrong.
It all began with a trash bag. I ripped the bag from the roll and began unfolding it. Then I opened it.
Or, rather, I didn't open it.
Forty-five minutes later I was cursing and the bag still wasn't open. I had rolled it between my thumbs and between my palms, stretched it over the edge of a table, and even used my teeth, but I just couldn't get it started. It was only after I ripped the bag in frustration that it obligingly opened. The rip meant I had to deal with a second bag. It wasn't much easier.
Somewhere during the bag-opening routine, I decided it would be more pleasant if I had some entertainment while I wore my thumbs to nubs. That was when I realized I couldn't find my iTouch.
I looked everywhere-- on the bedside table, under the blankets, under the pillow, on the floor beside the bed, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, by the computers, in my coat pockets, inside my shoes, in the refrigerator, in my pants pockets!
My pants pocket! Let's see, keys, cell phone, that five dollar bill I thought I lost, six bits and two pennies, a mini flashlight, iTouch... Damn! There it is! I swear I looked in my pockets twice already!
Okay, so maybe my streak of bad luck is over. In fact, it certainly is. The new underwear that was too tight suddenly isn't and Bad Kitty has sat on the keyboard of my laptop three times now without terminating the file transfer that has been running for more than three hours now. My sweetie will soon be home from work, onions are simmering in butter and will shortly be an essential component of cream of broccoli soup, and the internet connection on my honey's new desktop, which has been giving me conniptions all day, has suddenly decided to oblige me long enough to write this post.
I guess it's a pretty good day after all.