For days our dining room table has been covered in photos that needed framing. I had gone back and forth and back and forth...and you know I am not very decisive...but I decided on which 2 I wanted to enter into the upcoming "Expressive" art show. I got my frames on a shopping trip with mom yesterday, lined things up and went to work this morning. I had matted the largest photograph and looked down to see it had this strange red color showing on the black and white.
It was blood. From my finger, from a staple puncture when I was taking the frame out of the packaging. I just couldn't believe it.
I couldn't get my kitty icon up yesterday because I somehow deleted ALL my icons.
I am forgetting so much and doing so many crazy things that I think I am glad I do have some girl time coming up....and a beach trip in a few weeks.
Mom and I went into Dick's Sporting Goods after the big mall to get my nephew's birthday present. When I walked in I made a mental note that I should put my keys in my purse and not just carry them because I'd lost them not so long ago doing that.
It is the last stop. We're tired. I'd changed my heels for flip flops. We checked out and whalaa no keys. The car was locked and you can't lock my keys in the car AND I thought I remembered my mental note to myself that I apparently paid no attention to whatsoever. No one had turned them in, they weren't on the counter from check out.
Then I remembered the Toonster had called me and I couldn't find the phone so I'd sat my stuff on the ground and dug the phone out. So it was his fault I'd lost my keys. But they weren't where I'd sat my purse down. Time rolled by, I was ready to cry. Toonces was going to have to drive an hour down to get me and mama. Mom said "where are those compression pants you put back that Martin said he didn't need when you were on the phone?" I found them. Picked them back up and my keys came out. I was so mad. If Toonces hadn't bothered me and I sat my stuff down and if he'd just taken the pants none of this would be happening to me. Trust me I tried to rationalize with myself and take some responsibility but I was tired and it was just too hard. It was his fault.
I got home and had to get the calculator out, concerned with my mental notes of just what I actually spent versus what I thought I had spent. Man money doesn't go anywhere anymore.
At least I will be getting $100 back thanks to the pink terrycloth Nike outfit mom talked me into without trying on. It is gathered right below the knee. I looked like a fool. They were like exercise knickers. Toonces got so tickled I knew I looked awful. He said "surely you didn't try that on and then buy that?" Then later he said "Please put some white tube socks up to your knees in that outfit, please, just do it. You look like George Washington or somebody."
I was not amused.