I thought I was brushing my teeth with the new tooth brush from the dentist. Then I remembered that was in the other bathroom. I think the toothbrush I grabbed off the sink may have been the one H used to clean the grout in the shower. +o(
I won't die from nasty shower bacteria, right? Excuse me while I go buy gallons of mouthwash. +o( +o( +o(
I was walking home from the ravioli store about a half an hour ago, lost in my iPod and thinking about how lovely it was to be walking home on a beautiful street on such a quiet day, when I got a direct hit in the middle of the head from a pigeon in a tree above. Nothing to wipe it off, but at least I was only a few blocks away from home.
And my lobby and elevator were madhouses, so I felt like an idiot walking around with pigeon shit on my head. Also, I could not stop dry heaving. +o(
So I just showered (and despite scrubbing and scrubbing, I can still feel the point of impact). Then I go downstairs and realize I have to pee. I pee in my husband's bathroom before realizing that there is no toilet paper (or any other paper) in the bathroom. I drip dry for like 2 seconds before the phone starts ringing, and because we're going to my parents' today and it is on my cell phone, I figure someone needs me to pick something up or something, so I run for it. And get a stream of urine down my leg.
So then I had to reshower my legs. I fail at staying clean today.
I was walking home from the ravioli store about a half an hour ago, lost in my iPod and thinking about how lovely it was to be walking home on a beautiful street on such a quiet day, when I got a direct hit in the middle of the head from a pigeon in a tree above. Nothing to wipe it off, but at least I was only a few blocks away from home.
And my lobby and elevator were madhouses, so I felt like an idiot walking around with pigeon shit on my head. Also, I could not stop dry heaving.
So I just showered (and despite scrubbing and scrubbing, I can still feel the point of impact). Then I go downstairs and realize I have to pee. I pee in my husband's bathroom before realizing that there is no toilet paper (or any other paper) in the bathroom. I drip dry for like 2 seconds before the phone starts ringing, and because we're going to my parents' today and it is on my cell phone, I figure someone needs me to pick something up or something, so I run for it. And get a stream of urine down my leg.
So then I had to reshower my legs. I fail at staying clean today.
Omg. What a morning--a hilarious, unfortunate morning.
I am nervous as hell to call and finalize Christmas plans with my brother (essentially tell him that we aren't driving up Christmas Day but will come up later in the week b/c of DH's work schedule.) In the best of circumstances, I'm a bit of a people pleaser, but it gets unbelievably magnified when I deal with family I don't see often.
I have a lady who bought a set of coasters and she has been nothing but a PITA. I finally delivered them to her yesterday and was breathing a huge sigh of relief that I was finally done with her. But, no. She just called and asked me if I had really looked at each of them. Well, yes, I have, I made them each. She asked if I noticed that they are each a little different. Of course they are, they are handmade, each piece of marble is unique and the way the finish blends with the marble is going to vary. She isn't happy. I told her because they were personalized and I had gone out of my way to make them to her specifications, there was nothing I can do. I may have to block her from calling me again.
Post by belovedbride07 on Dec 22, 2012 13:59:09 GMT -5
Oh no, Krystee and V! +o(
We're supposed to go visit some of my extended family for lunch. I'm really not looking forward to it, but I haven't seen them in almost a year (longer for a few if them), so I feel like I should. I don't know why I'm so anxious about this, but I so feel like calling and saying I'm sick.
Trying for #3; FET 8/18 -- BFN. Leaving things up to chance for now... After three years, three IVFs, and two FETs, we finally have our miracle babIES!
I am totally scared of the "dirty corner cleaning tooth brush". I keep in in a special area to avoid an accidental tooth/scuzzy brush incident. And OMG V. You girls are having a day, LOL.
We are having furniture delivered this afternoon and we don't have any cash on hand to tip with. Think I can tip them in fudge and sugar cookies?
Maybe I'm an awful person, but I didn't tip most of our furniture delivery guys. Most came in dropped the piece off and left. I did tip the guys that delivered our bed, since they assembled it. The others were in my home for five minutes or less. One delivery, can't remember which company it was either PB or Crate and Barrel didn't take the furniture out of its cardboard packaging.
I've been an emotional train wreck this week and totally started crying after sex earlier. It's never happened before, I just had this uncontrollable urge to cry.
My mom asked me why i am so unhappy lately. I confided in her about some of the issues between H & I. Now she calls me every 30 minutes to tell me how I should leave him. It's not a situation ( like abuse) that would warrant that either.
RR- I would send the customer an email outlining your phone conversation, & the reason you cannot offer a refund. Save a copy. She sounds like a piece of work.
I slipped and fell in the Target parking lot last night, and sprained my ankle. It hurts, but not so bad that I'm unable to stand. Yet, I'm using it as an excuse to not help my husband make the granola we're giving to his family as gifts this year. Instead I'm sitting here screwing around online, drinking eggnog, and watching Star Trek TNG.
Post by chickadee77 on Dec 22, 2012 18:42:09 GMT -5
I talked to a relative of mine for the first time in about 15 years - since my mom's funeral, I think. She's toxic. I know this. I let her talk, and talk, and talk, andnthought I did okay just listening and making non-committal noises.
Except.
At the end of the conversation, she says something like, "I know you don't have kids yet [thanks for that, by the way, but I'm sure as HELL not discussing my miscarriage with you], but do you have a dog?" I say no, but we have cats. To which she says, "Ohhhh, no, Chickadee, your mom wouldn't approve of that! She hated cats!"
Well, no shit. I knew her for 19 years myself. So I'm supposed to, what? Feed my cats to the gators because my dead mother didn't like cats? She didn't like bourbon, or toilet tank drop-ins, either, among other things. Gah.
I talked to a relative of mine for the first time in about 15 years - since my mom's funeral, I think. She's toxic. I know this. I let her talk, and talk, and talk, andnthought I did okay just listening and making non-committal noises.
Except.
At the end of the conversation, she says something like, "I know you don't have kids yet [thanks for that, by the way, but I'm sure as HELL not discussing my miscarriage with you], but do you have a dog?" I say no, but we have cats. To which she says, "Ohhhh, no, Chickadee, your mom wouldn't approve of that! She hated cats!"
Well, no shit. I knew her for 19 years myself. So I'm supposed to, what? Feed my cats to the gators because my dead mother didn't like cats? She didn't like bourbon, or toilet tank drop-ins, either, among other things. Gah.
Hugs and a to you. What a bitch.
Thanks. I think she probably means well, but damn. No, she just doesn't think, at all. It's all about her, and it's never occurred to her to consider that perhaps it isn't. It just sucks, because this time of year is tough, anyhow.
I wrap black duct tape or electrical tape on the handle of the scrubbing toothbrushes. It avoids this issue. Sorry.
I vandalize the hell out of mine with a Sharpie.: FOR CLEANING ONLY! And it lives under the sink with the cleaning products, not with the toothbrushes.
DH is telling me it's not the grout toothbrush because he throws them away afterward, but I don't know where it came from then. I spent the night at my parents' last night and I'm hoping I just accidentally brought home my mom's toothbrush or something. (Although that is gross as well.)
My H and I have been living apart for 4 months because I had to move for work and he couldn't follow right away. He was here for 2 days this week and will be here permanently from tomorrow on.
This week, H made a chicken curry for dinner. It was good but was SO fragrant. And he splattered it all over and got a bunch of curry down the drain into the garbage disposal. The house smelled like curry for 3 days (like as you approach the door you can smell it from outside). Now I am apprehensive about him moving back in because I remember that he does stuff like this all. the. time.
I still want him to come back, but instead of unbridled joy, I am now focusing on how, to quote Anne of Green Gables, he is always "getting into scrapes."
v- isn't bird shit on the head good luck? Thats what everyone told me in Bath, England after my third round of pigeon-shit-on-the-head.
We had plans to go to my crazy, obnoxious neighbor's house for dinner. We walked in the door and my DD staeted squealing this high pitch sound I've never heard before. Not sure if she's allergic to crazy or what, but she definitely wanted out of there. I offered to bail and take her home and now we are chilling on the couch relaxing. So glad I could save the night.