We all know that the washer eats socks. That is a universal truth.
I DID NOT see this coming.
This was not on my to do list.
My wash machine tried to trash my dreamy layers afghan. NOT NICE.
I had to patch it to last until I can frog 5 or 6 rows and re-work it. NOT COOL.
In other news…
a great first haul of strawberries today…and I am definitely putting them over vanilla ice cream at about midnight.
Thank goodness I had something to show for today because there were multiple forces of evil against me today.
I promise not to go into detail, but it definitely warranted champagne to go with the strawberries to stop the onslaught of crap being slung my way after the washer incident.
So, the rest of my day really wasn’t any fun.
I put in 65+ bedding plants, filled 13 planters, broke a pyrex measuring cup that left 2 fingers bleeding for more than 30 minutes, and well let’s just say that I am the clumsiest girl on the planet. I spent more time cleaning up my own stupid messes than anyone should ever have to. I just don’t want to have to explain every spill and trip and broken clay pot. I shall show up to work tomorrow morning and pretend the whole weekend never happened.
Now that all of the psychotic mess is over, I am going to sit quietly and mind my own business and imbibe in some hooker therapy. I figure if I sit still and play with yarn I can’t hurt myself or others.
That would be prudent at this point.
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