Yesterday I left work a few minutes early because I wanted to get a few things done before A and J came over for French class*.
The first stop was Trader Joe's where I purchased lots of groceries including, but not limited to milk (organic skim), eggs (cage-free), two bananas (as many as I can stomach in any given week), an avocado (which I hope to remember to eat before it gets mushy), and some whole grain English muffins**. Also on my list were olives for dirty martinis for the Man and me. As I was pulling one giant jar of olives off the shelf, I knocked another off and in my slow-motion brain I thought: NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
And then it landed on my toe and I thought: FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKK!!!***
I think my toe is sprained. I will really need a martini and the Man can't get back from Maine (consulting) fast enough.
When I got home I fed the kitties and saw that one of them (Kail! The good son!) was bleeding from his paw. OF COURSE! So, I wiped him off with a damp cloth and made sure he couldn't go outside (where the dirt lives) and I sat on the couch and waited for the roof to fall on my head. It didn't. So, I got out one of the furniture projects I've been (not really)working on and went to town. I stained a table before my classmates arrived and felt better about life. Until the middle of the night when I was woken up by a jerk-kitty. Uuuuuuuuugh.
At least I got some stuff done...
Oh! Side note: Something I forgot to mention about Buffalo - the adorable little girls belonging to FeatherNester and Scarlet Lily broke my heart with their cuteness and dancing and calling me "Monster"****.
*Did I not tell you that there's an All-French Review at my place on Tuesdays at 7pm that includes dinner and French lessons? J and I are helping A to learn some French because she wants to go to Africa with the Peace Corps and it's wicked helpful if you can also parler with the natives there...
**Whenever I make a grocery list I say the words in my head in Sean Connery's voice because once I heard a comedian do it and it was pretty much the funniest thing ever.
***Imagine my face all screwed up in pain and rage. Then a Trader Joe's clerk said to me (in jest) "Would it make your foot feel better if I punched you in the face?" No, really.
****I'm sure mini-FeatherNester meant it as a compliment.
DoT #13 A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days
I'm choosing the Pixies because I'll be damned if they can't capture my teen-aged-angsty-shame-y-fuck-the-world attitude when I'm down. With the yelling and the cleverness and the artistic references (I'm looking at you, Debaser)...