Needless to say, Lesley and I were both delighted by this masterpiece we discovered. It was sitting on top of a trash can in front of a liquor store, head totally not in sight. What’s not represented in the photo is the array of champagne glasses tied to this centerpiece.
I like to think that someone saved the wedding cake decorations and then, when times got tough, snapped off the wife’s head and trashed it all.
If I had a Med-alert bracelet my allergies would read: cats, walnuts, penicillin, nature, fragrances and stupid people. I’ve just remembered that I should probably add “dog snot” to the list – something I forgot about until an unfortunate situation occurred.
Yesterday, I played with Fats while peering at Townie Baby, then went to Emily’s to eat ice cream cake and play with Shu-Mai, my stay-in-bed lady companion. There was a lot of dog playing and zero hand washing. When I got home, while talking to my dad, I rubbed my eyes, knowing I shouldn’t do so without having washed my hands first. Then, they started to itch more, so I of course started to rub more. Then, they started to burn, along with the area around my eyes. The whole time I was thinking, “Why am I suddenly getting such intense allergies?!”
When I went to the bathroom to check out the situation and wash my hands it finally dawned on me that not only was I rubbing dirty hands in my eyes, but I was also rubbing dog snot all over. Remember this? Well, it wasn’t a one time occurrence, unfortunately. I must now drill it into my mind that if I’m playing with a dog, I must a) never allow it to touch my face with its nose and now b) make sure that if my hands touch its nose, mouth, whatever it is that causes burning, I must not touch any part of my face or neck unless I want this to happen again:
Needless to say I frantically searched my room for my allergy eye drops and popped an allergy pill and frantically washed my face and hands to get rid of any remaining dog residue. The saddest part is when I went to show my dad and he told me I shouldn't play with dogs.
This weekend, for a few reasons, has been rough. I may or may not have just gotten “dressed” about an hour ago so I could sell something off Craigslist (made $75, yay!) and not look like a total sloth. Getting dressed basically involved changing out of flannel pajama pants and a thermal (it’s 74 degrees outside but you’d never know being inside my apartment) into a pair of lazy pants and the same shirt from yesterday (shut up, I plan on exercising in a bit and why dirty up a clean shirt?). Instead of brushing my hair I just pulled it back. I have had worse days but now Craigslist is calling me out when I’m posting stuff to verify that I’m a real person? Rude.
Yes I realize I’m “going shabbier” but now I’m starting to feel like, more than ever, the internets are on to me.
I waited until my walk back from Safeway to take this photo because on the way there, a man would have seen what I was doing, and I didn’t want him to judge.
Shit happens when it’s cold, midnight, and ABC.com is making you watch the same Suave ad in between those moments on Lost where the music gets really loud to indicate a commercial break is coming.