No, not like that - like this: I keep dropping stuff. Yesterday, I went to put the coffee creamer back in the fridge, and instead slammed it into the side of the fridge (with the door open). Creamer shot everywhere - in the fridge, all over the outside of it, on the floor, the rugs, cabinets, and of course across my face. I had to wipe off my glasses and then towel off my face as well. Luckily, Molly appeared soon after and began to help with the rest of the clean up.
Then, tonight after I brushed my teeth and took a swig of water to rinse, I guess I didn't put the water cup far enough away from the edge of the sink. As I held my hair back, leaned over the sink, swishing, I saw the cup out of the corner of my eye. It was another of my infamous slow motion moments where I just sort of watch things happen. Yes. It fell into the sink, the water made a full lap around the inside of the bowl (just like a toilet) before sloshing out over the counter and on me and the ground. Really?
It cleaned up relatively quickly, and after I refilled my cup to put on my night stand, I headed back upstairs. Of course I tripped and almost fell. Good grief.
So yeah. I think my "full brain" is manifesting itself in my inability to adequately handle containers of liquid. I'm still getting shit done, though. Picked up my shorts from the tailor today. That's right. I had them tailored. Got my hair cut one last time by Penny. Put a final coat of stain on the dresser (yay!) Worked out. Weeded. Got attacked by a cat as I weeded. And finally picked up that picture of Joe's that I had framed. For a frame that was over $200, shouldn't it be pristine? Like no chips out of the back where they put it together (even if you can't see it from the front)? My OCD is running over time with that. I can't stop examining it, but both Joe and my mother told me it's not a big deal. I'm sure it's not. I'm probably projecting other shit that's bothering me onto the frame job. Like when exactly will we get PCS orders in hand after Joe graduates?? I need a copy for the realtor if we rent through one. Oh, and I need to LOOK AT PLACES ALREADY. DAMN IT. Hopefully in another week all the good places aren't taken. And yes, children, one week from right now, Aunt Katie will be down in GA, sleeping and preparing for a day of finding a place to live. But you know what? I'm badass. I can totally do this.
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i've been meaning to blog about this, but if it makes you feel better, in the span of 3 weeks, i had not one, but two bottles of wine explode on me. yeah, i'm not doing so well with liquids either.
This should make you laugh, I was reminded of the creamer. Gene and I were getting into the car, he on the driver's side and me, the passenger. I had my purse and a cup of milk. With the milk in my left hand held away from myself while my right hand buckled my seatbelt. You must visualize this. At the same time, Gene is buckling his seat belt with his left hand, pulling extra hard for some slack, in my direction. This simultaniety caused his buckling hand w/ seatbelt to punch my cup of milk right onto my face, window, lap, floor etc. Luckily, I laughed. Oh yeah, he hit me in the face with an apple core while I was riding along in the FedEx truck. Somehow the gaping open door was not enough to hurl it through. :)
It's the final countdown. (music)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh man. I'm dying right now. I can't stop laughing.
I'm also remembering your chocolate milk explosion inside the 240. Damn you, Arielle!
Oh man...you guys are hilarious! I walked into what I thought was an open door with a glass of wine. Wine all over me, the door and my hand hurt. It was a while back..no body saw it, thank god! Gene is a dangerous guy, wear a helmet, Ma
YOU ARE BADASS!
Hey, Ma - were ya drunk? ;-) Love you!
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