Couldnt find my black boots this morning at home. The short ones. I wore the tall ones yesterday. Dug everywhere for them. Looked high and low. Where could they be? No one at my house whod have borrowed them. Irked by this I was forced to wear navy boots with black jeans. I get to work and what do I find? Theyre under my desk. What???? If I wore them to work but theyre still under my desk then did I go home barefooted earlier this week? WTH??? THIS is my life. This.is.my.life. Bizarre things happen all the time. Unexplanable. Odd. Long ago I learned to not dwell on all the ecentricities. Its like living in a dramatic, sitcom bubble. (I can see you smiling, snickering, rolling your eyes....quit it!!!! I cant help this!) One time I was lying on my back on the floor in the bathroom (Schuyler Ave house), talking on the phone, absentmindedly playing with the door. Somehow the door latched with my hand lodged beneath it. Ouch. My free hand was on the side opposite the door knob. It was impossible to reach up and over myself, pinned to the floor, to open the door. And I was buck nekkid. If I remember correctly I was talking to Marnie Jo Petray-Covey on the phone and thought Id have to have her come over and free me. I even planned so far as to be able to reach up and pull the shower curtain down to cover me. At long last--and luckily--I was able to wiggle my hand free. And then there was the time the floor lamp in the same bathroom burst into flames. I was nekkid, again, but this time on the toilet right next to the flaming lamp. I grabbed it and ran to the back yard with that flaming torch of a lamp. I could keep you busy reading for days with other ridiculous happenings. Whats wrong with me? Sigh, sometimes I think Id just like a more normal life.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 14:13:44 +0000
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