I took today off work to participate in a long-ago-planned scrapping day. I've been very busy all week getting the chores done so I could participate in hobby-land, guilt-free. I had to clean the house...and plan the meals...and mow the yard...you know how it goes.
The very last chore was laundry. It's not that I h-a-t-e laundry. But I don't like it very well, either. Both my sisters have a fond affection for laundry much as I have a fond affection for scrapping. To me it's just one more chore to be done. And last night, having run out of workout clothes, the time had come.
I put load number one in the washer, went for my walk, came home, moved it to the dryer, and dumped load number two in the washer. And then...I was suddenly aware of the streaming of water on my floor. Not being equipped to handle home emergencies such as this, I did the only thing I knew to do: "DADDY!!!!!!" (Hey, it was either that or 911.)
Well let's just say that 2 hours and several trips from the washer to the sink later (emptying the washer one cup at a time), I packed up my soaked clothes and headed to a friend's to borrow her washer. I got home at 11:30. 11:30 and a whole bunch of wet clothes. And so began my drying party.
I finally went to bed at 2. As in...in the morning.
You'd think that wouldn't be so bad on a vacation day, but I had to be up at 6 to prepare for scrapping. That was great fun, but eventually the babysitter (not for me...for my scrapping buddy) fell through and we had to end our day early. It was sad.
So I went to Aldi's to shop...and realized when I pulled in the parking lot that my money was home safely on the table. (My car has has such an emergency workout this weekend running around to fix problems!)
After Aldi's, I ate dinner before braving Wal-Mart. JUST before I walked out the door, I went to the kitchen to put my ice cream bowl on the counter, TOTALLY crushed my thumb against the counter in a moment of horrible depth judgment, and broke my nail so far down I couldn't even cut it off. I'll be sporting a band-aid for weeks.
To end the evening, I had a brand new experience in Wal-Mart. I won't bore you with all the details, but let me say that this is the first time - at least that I can remember - a trip to Wal-Mart ever reduced me to tears. It wasn't an all out snot-fest. But there were definitely some escaped tears. (To which I say again...Come quickly, Meijer.)
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Some days are better left behind us. But even then, those days are-at the very least-good for a blog post, so it's not a total loss.
Thank you for not displaying your demolished thumbnail. That wouldn't be good for the squeamish.
Skyepuppy - Never fear. I can't even look at it...so there will be no picture. I just slapped (gently) a band aid over it and have no intentions of viewing it again until it has fully recovered.
And today, though exhausting, was much better.
I personally feel that we're abandoning this idea of a thumb photo much too quickly.
Think of the challenge... Holding your camera in one hand. You could use your other thumb as a "before" illustration. There could be a daily photo-update, sharing the progress of your nail recovery. (I know you, Bekah.. Your mental wheels are turning.) There could be a photo reinactment ending with you holding your thumb in the air (smeared in ketchup) while sporting a pained facial expression.
Then again, maybe a band aid, a rented movie while curled on the sofa, and some ice cream...
Chris - Oh the never ending trials of a blogger...don't freak out the squeamish...and yet entertain those in the medical profession.
Sigh.
ACTUALLY (and I'm sure this will shock everyone) I have a picture somewhere, from back in high school, when my nails were ridiculously long, and I'd broken one of them, so I put that hand in a makeshift "sling" to recover. My parents thought it was funny (and way too dramatic) and took a picture. So maybe I should do a new photo shoot and do a whole scrapbook spread on the perils of broken nails.
I think the movie/sofa/ice cream thing is a good idea. I need more of that deer tracks stuff from scooters. THAT was some good ice cream.
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