Wednesday, October 6, 2010

From pain to productivity (and an angsty Day of Truth)

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)...


Scarlet Lily said...

Ya know, I'm inclined not to believe all of these many blog stories about falling and scraping and dropping things b/c in person you LOOK so graceful and not in any way clumsy. You're a good hider, my friend!

Leslie said...