Having a monkey on one's head can really complicate one's ability to operate normally and makes seemingly effortless tasks -- like cleverly writing about one's mundane life in ways that make it seem exciting and glamorous -- very difficult indeed. Just try it sometime.
Anyway, now that the monkey's gone, I'll fill you in. Actually, now that I think about it, there's only one day that's really worth talking about. Last Thursday. I will make it brief. Last Thursday the following things happened.
1. Woke up and remembered that I had a lot of stuff two days overdue at the library -- $32 fine. Paraphrase of the first words out of my mouth..."oh no, I've got a huge fine."
2. Took one of my girls to Children's Hospital for a supposedly broken ankle -- only to be told hours later that it wasn't broken after all. The last hospital was wrong. Go figure.
3. Was racing against the clock to run errands for Dixie's baby shower which was that night. Started at the library to pay fine. Was told that I had to bring everything with me -- couldn't just renew. Thought bad thoughts.
4. Went to various stores buying last minute gifts, party supplies, food, etc. Ended at cake store. Evidently it was the first cake the decorator had ever done. Notice the backwards baby footprints. More bad thoughts.
5. Was standing outside a friend's house waiting to pick up crockpots so we could start the food (3 hours until shower time) fuming about the cake when a bird flew over and relieved himself (to put it delicately) on my arm! Didn't help my mood a bit. Well, I did laugh.
6. Taking the crockpots up to my apartment on the elevator. Talking on the phone. Watched the elevator door close on the crockpot cord. Dropped the phone. Hit the elevator button and pried the cord loose. Thankful thoughts -- especially since it wasn't my crockpot.
7. Things improved. Had a nice shower for Dixie where she got many cool gifts including this really cool one from Marianne Brown -- a cake made from baby diapers. She definitely got the creative award.
So, that was Thursday. Things have definitely improved since. This was exam week, and we start campmeeting on Tuesday. And then (joy of all joys) home again, home again, jiggety jig.
I am now in cardiac rehab approx. 3 days a week. It's going well. I think the ticker is improving. My stamina is definitely coming back. Life is good...even when one has a monkey on one's head.
7 comments:
I'm sure that everyone is still trying to catch their breathe from laughing sooo hard! The cake's baby feet are soo funny...the decorator needs an anatomy lesson! I've had days like yours and somehow we do survive!
Love ya tons!
You made me laugh (and btw, you are an expertly funny writer)..oh to have a glamorous life like yours:) I feel the need to hum these lyrics: "Excuses, excuses, you hear them everyday..and the devil he'll supply them if from church you stay away.."
*seriously, I'm actually humming!
Love Ya Lots!
That has got to be the worst cake I have ever seen. Poor Dixie. I'm sure her baby's feet won't be so distorted. You should have your Mom make the next one. Harold even laughed very hard.
OK, that has to be the absolute best non-posting excuse I've ever read! And, the first with a photo to back up its validity.
I have days like that on a regular basis, I'm just glad to see I'm not alone. :o)
Glad you're feeling better.
Sonja;
Your monkey looks like mine, except mine doesn't let me do the important things like, pay bills or send birthday cards. Be glad yours just keeps you from blogging. BTW, I'm with Kayla, bad cake day, did you pay for it? Good thing Dixie got the diaper cake.
PS You and Lemoney Snickett need to get together and write a book or two.
All I have to say is, I wish I had a monkey. I'm sure that would make life so much easier.
Have a great day!
P.S. I hope you enjoyed the pics I took from last night's concert:)
David and I got a really good laugh out of this one. Marianne's diaper gift was a really cute idea. Thanks for sharing the pics.
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