I accidentally fell back to sleep after my alarm went off this morning. Luckily, I had a puppy that needed to go outside, or I probably would have slept all morning and been REALLY late for work.
So I wake up, put Charlie out, feed Maggie, and go check on my clothes that the Hubs was supposed to switch to the dryer before he went to bed last night. He did, but they weren’t dry. WTH? So I turn the dryer back on, walk out of the laundry room, and step on the cat. Poor kitty…. But she really should know better than to get in my way. Especially in the morning when I can hardly function.
While I was getting ready for work, the power went out. While the power was out, my cordless phone started ringing. Does anyone else realize how weird this is? Right. So I’m sufficiently freaked out, and I SWEAR I hear sounds down on the first floor. And then Charlie starts barking. And I’m standing, naked, in the bathroom with the door open thinking “Please don’t let there be anyone in the house!” And then my bedroom door opens REALLY loudly. Honestly, I’m amazed I didn’t pee myself, it startled me so badly. And here comes The Hubs strolling out saying “the power went out. I need to pee.” Thank you, Captain Obvious.
The power comes back on. I finish getting ready and go downstairs to put my lunch together and dump dinner in the crock pot. (yes, I’m aware that I just changed tenses. Sue me.) I know that I have some crock pot liners somewhere (One of the world’s best inventions), but I can’t find them. I get on a chair to check on top of the fridge. They are buried under a bunch of crap that The Hubs put up there. I grab the liners. Everything falls off of the top of the fridge. My chair tips over and dumps me off of it. I’m unharmed, but thinking “What in the WORLD is going on this morning?!?” I put (most) everything back. I grab the jar of sauerkraut and immediately drop it. It’s still in one piece, but it dropped on my big toe. OUCH! Try to open the jar. No dice. Tap the jar with the handle of a butter knife. No dice. Contort my arms into some strange position and put all of my energy into opening the jar. FINALLY it opens. I pour the kraut into the crock pot and head down to get my clothes from the dryer. Guess what. The power went out, and my new dryer doesn’t automatically turn back on when the power comes on. I pull on my still damp pants, run upstairs to kiss The Hubs goodbye, and run out of the house. Pretty sure I couldn’t have gotten out of there faster this morning. Don’t you hate mornings like that?
Also, a couple more random thoughts that should have gone in yesterday’s post.
~ At the gas station I frequent, there is a small refrigerated display case for Starbucks Frappuccinos. I walked over to grab my dark chocolate mocha and notice that on the top shelf of this display is an EMPLOYEE’S LUNCH! I’m sorry, but that totally grossed me out on so many levels. I’m pretty sure I won’t be going there anymore.
~ EVERY SINGLE DAY at 11:11 (which happens to be RIGHT NOW) I happen to glance at a clock. Any clock. Even if I happen to be driving down the road at that time, I will inevitably pass a clock on someone’s sign at exactly 11:11. It doesn’t matter if it’s AM or PM or BOTH. This has been happening for months now, and it’s starting to freak me out.