Second, while my sister was visiting she asked me why my dog was freaking out, and I dismissed it by telling her that the dog is always freaking out. Always. However, when I went upstairs to get something (as we are still living out of the
Third, as I was starting to write out a check (I know, talk about your dark ages) for a church expenditure, I realized that I had the wrong checkbook and no credit card - thank heavens for mad money- but I noticed that I had written a check to the hardwood floor guy from the wrong account. An account that only had $20 in it. Yeah, not quite enough to cover it. So not only had I complained/begged him to fix the floor (which he did), but I had written him a bum check. My karma was quickly piling up in the wrong direction.
Insert big sigh and then big massive FREAKOUT here. Mr. O earned sainthood today, because when I freak out at myself it leaves a ginormous wake, but he is a pro wake-boarder of the freakout variety. He left work and ran to the bank asap to try and clear up my goof while I imagined the overdraft and interest fees piling up by the minute. He got to the bank and oops! it actually had gone through the right account (the one with money in it). Upon closer inspection, it appears that I may have hallucinated the checkbook error. To his credit, he did not say one mean, unsympathetic word about it. Total sainthood.
Fourth, have you ever tried on and bought an article of clothing of the *ahem*
Fifth, I bought gas today, drove ten miles, parked and only then did I realize that the gas tank lid was still dangling and the tank flap/door, whatever, was wide open. I'm so glad that I at least replaced the pump first. Seriously, is someone messing with my Thyroid meds?
But then there was this:
and this - inspiration for the big wall in my family room.
How was your day? Did you have a Monday too?