I'm blaming it on yesterday's bad luck.
I got stuck underneath the Christmas tree last night when I tried to plug it up (stop laughing, Don) and a large pink ornament fell on my pencil head. Luckily, I'm hard-headed.
It started a chain reaction of ridiculous events (told in no particular order. I'm traumatized. I can't be expected to make sense too.)
I discovered exactly 3 pair of heels in my closet that had no match. I just wore them last week! What did I do with my shoes......must have been one of my sleepwalking episodes again. Have any of you seen my shoes? Did I leave them on your blog?
Today I put on my reading glasses upside down in front of 450 people. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I had no choice but to turn them the right way and proceed.
I know I heard giggling.
I got a paper cut on my face. My FACE??!
The light bulb blew in the staircase (way up high where I can't reach it without hiring someone with a ladder) and the washing machine spinner won't spin. I had to channel my pioneer-woman-alter-ego-Laura Ingalls Wilder to wring 'em out before I could dry them!
I'm a peaceful woman. I hate murder.
The spider wasn't too enthused either.
And I broke - B.R.O.K.E. - a nail playing the 16th notes on p.6 measure 73.
It went flying somewhere into the audience.
I hope it's happy!!!!
I lost the top of one of Bloggingham's Christmas trees. How could a person lose the top to a Christmas tree?
I had after work dinner plans with a friend. She cancelled at the last minute. Two of my "followers" (yeah. I'm talking to YOU) stopped following me. WHY does this happen on a day I'm feeling so out of sorts? You planned it that way, didn't you.....
I came home exhausted and fell asleep watching Katie Couric (she's just not exciting since she cut her hair) and woke up to find I had rolled over onto a stray green glass ornament (thanks Baby Boy) and squished it into the cushion - and me.
Then......I took a 45 minute shower to wash away the memory of the nasty spider, the truly traumatic nail loss, and to wash out all embedded green fragments from my naturally curly hair.
I nearly fell asleep -I kid you not - in the shower.
This is always a bad idea.
I made "cheesy eggs" (no, not an omelette....we all know I can't make omelettes anymore. Stop laughing, Bud).
Scrambled cheesy eggs. Yum. Yes?
How did eggshells get in the eggs?
Hungry and determined not to write a blog post, I sat down to write a blog post about not writing a blog post because of this randomly weird day and ended up writing a blog post.
I'm putting on my jammies.
But I can't find the corkscrew.
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