The Blogging Gods may frown on me for cramming a bunch of unrelated things into one post but at Sharp Corners, I’m the boss so…nyah.
- Of all the times for Michele to make me Site of the Day, she had to go and pick Tuesday! I didn’t have time to make the beds or put coffee on but I was so glad everyone stopped by. In a departure from my usually side-splitting hilarity ~snort~ may I take a moment and tell you that seeing so many kind words and wonderful comments made me literally cry (and if you tell anyone I may never speak to you again). I had been pull-the-covers-over-my-head down in the dumps for a few days and you internet people yanked me right out by the scruff of the neck. Thank you. And you can let go now.
- There are two facts of life that all women know and few women speak of but you may all cast knowing glances at each other as I bring our sordid secrets to light. First, when preparing for an exam at the doctor’s office, we always ball up our underwear and hide it under our carefully folded pants as if the physician will be offended at the sight of our unmentionables (Honey, he’ll be seeing a lot more of you than your undergarments shortly so don’t sweat it). Second, should we find good fortune smiling on us and are able to hire a cleaning lady for the day, you can bet most women will be up before the roosters cleaning their hearts out so the actual cleaning lady doesn’t have to, you know, work. Yes, ladies, I’m right there with you on this. I spent all of yesterday sprucing up my house in preparation for the maid service that’s dropping by today.
- I don’t know what’s funnier: that I hired a cleaning lady and did her work for her or that I’m trying to get ready for a huge outdoor party we’re having this weekend and now I find that I have to invite Katrina. Dammit to hell.
- On the subject of casts and such – buried way down here in this post you will find genuine whining. Here it comes, you’ve been warned. Despite finding inventive ways to use the cast to my advantage, I’m here to tell you: this freakin’ sucks. I can deal with the itching, the swelling, the pain and the inconvenience of being essentially one handed for a while. What I’m having the most trouble dealing with is how much of my independence this cast has taken from me. In particular, typing and using a pen is…well, let’s just say it’s taxing. Oh, who am I kidding? It’s awful. I live to write, I must write because sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps me sane. Having my communication ability so drastically altered is making me crazy. I try to write notes to my sons’ teachers and it takes me half an hour per sentence. I try to help the boys with their homework and I’m nearly prostrate with frustration. In order to type, I have to prop my arm on things and contort myself into origami. Even then, the amount of typos are enough to drive me to drink. And I hate the fact that it takes me twice as long to do everything. I have not whined once since this happened and I won’t do it again. I just wanted to get it out of my system so now I’m done.
- Which brings me back to the first point: thank you to all my new readers. Your kind words and funny comments made my week.
I am happy to have helped make your week better than it was – and I kept my word and came back. I like the way you write (cast or not).
I love reading your posts, very entertaining. And the statement about hiding unmentionables at the DR’s and cleaning for the cleaning lady are sooo true!!
ur a very funny person. i’m glad i could help u out of ur slump.
Do I get bonus points since I loved your site way before Michelle tagged you?
Actually, I usually stuff my unmentionables in the pocket of my pants before I fold them. You never know if the nurse may bump the chair causing them to land on the floor in front of everyone – GASP! The horror!
I can understand about the cast. My son broke his arm earlier this year and gave himself a black eye at karate with it. It’ll get better soon.
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J-J-Jer-Jeremy Wright? Here?? HERE ?!?
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