I have become a complete klutz.
I have no idea what the problem is, but I keep dropping…well, pretty much everything. Jethro has a thing for drinking out of Mason jars (I know, I know, I don’t want to talk about it…) and his favorite are the giant ones that you’re supposed to use for canning tomatoes or a small child. I knocked one of those off the bathroom counter last week and was late to work because it shattered EVERYWHERE. I’m still finding tiny shards. With my feet.
I also dropped a candle in Wal-Mart, possibly as a sub-conscious rebellion against being there and not at Super Target like I should have been. I keep knocking over glasses, I tripped over a rug at work and I have dropped dishes in the kitchen sink so many times that I know they’re gonna get hairline fractures and explode in the microwave or something.
I’m like a drunk toddler. Somebody please stop me.
I got new glasses.
My pretty Candie’s with the sparkles in them gave up the ghost a couple weeks ago by snapping at the stem. This isn’t the first time it’s happened, but it was definitely time for new ones. Which makes me nervous because what if I pick ugly ones that make me look stupid? I wear glasses constantly and they’re pretty darn expensive even with insurance, so they are not the fashion accessory that the industry wants me to think. I need them and I need them to not make me look stupid.
I ended up with these, but the best part is that I got free Transitions lenses in them. They are the lenses that turn darker when you go in the sun, so it’s like having glasses AND sunglasses. The fun part is that I completely forgot that I got them when I received my glasses, so I spent about two days thinking the sunlight looked weird. Once I remembered, I then spent the next two days making myself go blind(er) by staring in the sun and then taking off my glasses to see how dark they got.
I’m easily amused. If I had that mood polish that I’ve been coveting for weeks, I’d never get anything done.
My dog hates me.
Maggie has turned alternately needy and then spiteful. She has this LOVELY habit of waking up at 6am every morning, no matter what day it is and with no thought to the fact that her dog mommy stayed up WAY too late watching Buffy the night before because she was so close to finishing Season 6 and she HAD to see the return of Giles being all badass and then Seeing Red made her feel so bad about Spike, that she HAD to start Season 7 and see the part where Buffy find out he has a soul and he’s all sad and crazy and draped over the cross asking “Can we rest now?” while his flesh is smoking.
What? It’s a pivotal scene.
Anyway, she also HAS to have nighttime cuddles and if she does not have them, she will either hide downstairs and pout, or some upstairs and pace with her little nails tapping on the hardwood floor until it drives you bonkers.
But she’s also doing this thing now where she wants to go outside and just lay in the grass. Just cause she likes the sun. While I burn up because Texas is on FIRE right now and get eaten by mosquitoes that somehow manage to fly up my pant leg and down my shirt. So when I try to get her to go inside because I don’t have time to let her lay around while I hold a bag of poop and get bite, she flops on the ground and refuses to walk. So I look like a jerk to the neighbor guy who thinks Maggie is just SO pretty and perfect.
He’s not wrong, but I don’t like the stink eye as I accidentally drag her through the grass or end up picking her up while giving her a stern talking to. (At least I’m not alone in being the object of pet judgement.)
I’ve missed you terribly.
And I’m going to try and fix this messy site up a little more, make it look more spiffy. Add a few button and banners and whatnot. And get effing hosting because I don’t want WordPress to be the boss of me.
So what’s going on in your neck of the woods?