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I'm on the edge of flipping sunnyside up. Someone poke me.
Bad: Someone (inquisition of family has failed to ID culprit) took out the blue liner of the top of the coke bottle so it leaked all over the top shelf of the fridge and cascaded down over the shelves below.
Good: cleaned fridge, discovered wizened currants that were once grapes and fresh pasta bits now brittle and dry. And some limes that weren't green.
Bad:I took the bin liner out of the kitchen bin and discovered the bin was swimming in coffee and so the bag dripped as I took it outside.
Good:The bin got cleaned out for the first timesince Christmas in a while.
Bad: cat sicked up a hairball on the carpet.
Good: uh.... he feels better?
Bad: Something - smoke alarm/ burglar alarm is bloody beeping at me and I can't make it stop/find out which it is.
Good: David home at lunch and can Do Something.
Bad: He will then drive off and leave me.
No Good There.
Bad: I'm a whiny wimpy wuss.
Good. Y'all still love me, right? ;-)
It's amazing how writing it out helps put things into (petty) perspective ::g:: And my friend rushed over with coffee and a lemon cranberry muffin so I am soothed and stuffed with caffeiney-sugary goodness.
::rolls up sleeves and spits in the universe's eye::
Yeah, baby, I'm back.
OK, even I can't read that without snickering ;-)
ETA: TV Guide just arrived with an insert for one of those 'realistic' collectors dolls which creep me out at the best of times. This one is -wait for it - a 'preemie' baby, made small on purpose and called 'May God Bless You, Little Grace'. I may follow Macallan's example and vomit.
Bad: Someone (inquisition of family has failed to ID culprit) took out the blue liner of the top of the coke bottle so it leaked all over the top shelf of the fridge and cascaded down over the shelves below.
Good: cleaned fridge, discovered wizened currants that were once grapes and fresh pasta bits now brittle and dry. And some limes that weren't green.
Bad:I took the bin liner out of the kitchen bin and discovered the bin was swimming in coffee and so the bag dripped as I took it outside.
Good:The bin got cleaned out for the first time
Bad: cat sicked up a hairball on the carpet.
Good: uh.... he feels better?
Bad: Something - smoke alarm/ burglar alarm is bloody beeping at me and I can't make it stop/find out which it is.
Good: David home at lunch and can Do Something.
Bad: He will then drive off and leave me.
No Good There.
Bad: I'm a whiny wimpy wuss.
Good. Y'all still love me, right? ;-)
It's amazing how writing it out helps put things into (petty) perspective ::g:: And my friend rushed over with coffee and a lemon cranberry muffin so I am soothed and stuffed with caffeiney-sugary goodness.
::rolls up sleeves and spits in the universe's eye::
Yeah, baby, I'm back.
OK, even I can't read that without snickering ;-)
ETA: TV Guide just arrived with an insert for one of those 'realistic' collectors dolls which creep me out at the best of times. This one is -wait for it - a 'preemie' baby, made small on purpose and called 'May God Bless You, Little Grace'. I may follow Macallan's example and vomit.