Another creative title.
If you noticed, I didn’t blog yesterday. Fortunately, it wasn’t a bad sign. I did well yesterday. And I did okay today, although I didn’t work out when I theoretically had the time. I wanted to get the house cleaned, and I haven’t quite gotten it completed yet. I think I have recovered from Tuesday’s night’s baking incident. I’m still not thrilled about it or anything, but things don’t seem quite as dramatic now. Today was so unexciting that I think I’ll just tell you about yesterday – it wasn’t exactly “Alexander and the Horrible, Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” but it didn’t go smoothly either.
Anyway, the morning starts out with me hitting the snooze buttona about 58 times more than I should have. I soon as I get up, my mind immediately jumps to the delicious chocolate, orange muffins that are still sitting downstairs on the kitchen counter from the previous evening’s baking incident. I decide to deal with that immediately. I trek downstairs, eat the top off a couple of the muffins (just to make sure they still taste good, I guess), and then trash all the muffins. Right in to the trash. So there’s no possible way I can eat one (or many) in a moment of weakness. They’re gone and I can put the whole thing behind me (or so I think). By this point my house is a TOTAL disaster. I mean total disaster. Can’t find anything. All a mess. And I hate that. I like to have everything in its place. Well I get of the shower and realize I don’t have a towel in the bathroom because I had washed them and had delayed in putting the laundry away (that’ll teach me). That wasn’t fun. Then I had to try on three different outfits to find one that I could actually wear to work without looking like a pregnant hippopotamus. I usually lay out my outfit the night before so I don’t have that problem and so I have to iron whatever needs ironed and stuff like that. (I’m telling you, that baking incident really threw me off.) I start off to work, barely get in the car and realize I forgot my laptop that I had to move out of my way to walk out the door. Run back inside and get it. Then I’m going down the road and my trunk flies open. I pull off the road and close it. Back on my way. Almost to work when I notice that there is small SPIDER that has made a small web ON my actual steering wheel – yes, on the very steering wheel that I must put my hands on to turn the car – an actual spider. Seriously! I’ve never heard of that. And you can’t exactly stop controlling the car to kill a spider on the steering wheel. Luckily I was almost at work when I noticed it, so I didn’t have to endure very long.
When I get home from work, the boyfriend is coming over to eat a quick dinner and then we have plans. Well, he probably thinks I’m crazy now. When he knocks on the door I’m upstairs in my bedroom with one shoe on one foot and madly searching my room for the other which is buried under a pile of clothes. I find it, and concerned that I’d taken so long that the boyfriend was gonna think I wasn’t coming to answer the door, I rush out my bedroom and down the stairs. And in the process I knock off my little laundry basket of dirty clothes, and it topples head-over-heels down to the bottom of the stairs, leaving a trail of unmentionables behind. I quickly gather all that up and take it back upstairs. By the time I finally answer the door, I’m laughing uncontrollably because of all that had happened and because the mess was starting to make me crazy. And I was so scatter-brained I had forgotten about dinner. Then the boyfriend goes to throw something away and sees the muffins in the trash! Whoops! Should have thought about that and covered them or taken the trash out. He (who loves to eat and never gains an ounce) says, “Oh no, why would you throw food away, don’t you know I would have eaten it.” I quickly replied, “Oh, trust me, they were a disaster.” And they were a disaster – for my hips.