About 6:40 this morning, I was shifting positions in my bed, sound asleep and having a good dream (I think.)
I always bunch up my pillow and end up moving it around with me in my bed. Well, this morning I musta been hell bent on moving that pillow at break-neck speeds because the next thing I know I am jumping out of bed, scared shitless, wondering what crashed.
I look under me and there’s my wimpy three legged table (you know those kind you get from Target made out of cheap materials and you put a 70" table cloth on to make it look pretty?) laying there on the ground, the phone, the clock, and my smashed up lamp!
After my nerves calmed down I laid back in bed to see if I could continue in my deep sleep, but nope, it dawned on my that my glasses were on the nightstand and were somewhere on the floor…of course I can’t see well and still not completely awake I get back out of bed and stepped on my damn glasses.
Thankfully they didn’t break, one of the lenses popped out and no damage to my frames but I did have to bend them back a bit.
Well the glasses survived but my lamp is in pieces. It’s not an expensive lamp but still, I liked it. Bought it at Wal*Mart back in 1994 and painted the base to look like stone. < sniff sniff > I liked the shape of it and it fit well in my bedroom.
My little girls got a souvenir from our trip to Branson a few weeks ago…two plush kittens made of felt and rabbit’s fur. The older girl wants to play with both and somehow, the younger one’s kitten is the only one that gets messed up(i.e. the nose fell off, the whiskers got pulled out and the wire tail gets bent around and around). I told Daughter 1 to quit messing up Daughter 2’s kitten or I’d mess up hers*.
Well, I’m ashamed to admit that I did in fact, do just that. Yesterday morning, before I was even out of bed, Daughter 1 came to me with Daughter 2’s kitten and showed me where the fur and felt were torn back from the wire tail. So I grabbed hers and bent the tail around and around until it hung limp.
One time I went out to my car which was parked in the driveway. As usual I got in, turned it on, then started to back up- but this time, I heard a bang as the car hit something. For a second I was confused and couldn’t figure out what it could be, until I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that my mom’s car was parked behind. (she’s not usually home in the afternoon!) Fortunately there wasn’t any damage, although I felt really stupid. It would have been worse if I’d had to make an insurance claim- “Hello, I’d like to report a car accident…where? In my driveway.”
Left my gas cap and credit card on top of my car while filling it yesterday. Drove away, realized what I’d done and drove back. Found the gas cap but not the credit card. Had to go to the bank to cancel the card and get a new one. Was running late to begin with which is why I spaced out leaving the stuff on the car.
It was two weeks ago, so I’m going to count it in the “week” category.
Leaving work, I got in the elevator with an elderly woman, one of our senior execs. To make conversation, I asked her how her husband was. She got this horrified look on her face, and told me he died in February. I almost died myself, and we still had 11 floors to ride down together. It’s the kind of office where people usually know these things about each other, and I have no idea how I missed the boat on the dead husband.
My first reaction was to say “Are you SURE?” Thank the lord I thought the better of that. It seemed like the longest elevator ride in history.
I kept my cat in my room at night. I normally don’t do that, but I guess it was hiding or something. Long story short, I had to use a partially working (i.e. about half the keys worked) urine-soaked keyboard until I bought a new one.
Speaking of computer destruction, earlier this year I got bored so I pulled off the tab on a can of soda and put it in the CD-ROM tray. I was going to see if it would stay on the tray if I put it in and back out. It didn’t. The drive doesn’t work anymore, but I’ve since given up that computer and got a new one, with a spiffy CD-RW drive. One day I was looking at some recently recovered old CDs (you know, the ones you get free with computer magazines with the neat demos). One was so old, it had a crack in it, which I couldn’t see. Well, the crack bent part of the CD but that was still hanging on as it was spinning, so the bent part was hitting all the components inside. I’m waiting for the new CD-RW drive right now.
I use these doors every school day and I know that you have to pull to open it. At least two times a week, I forget to pull and walk right into the door, thinking it swings out.