Lady working the register at the grocery store (LWtRatGS): You work here, right?
Me: No, but I’m here all the time.
LWtRatGS: That’s right. You’re the one who needs help out to the car.
Me: No. I’m the one who opens the doughnut case just to smell the doughnuts.
LWtRatGS: I didn’t know that.
Me: I have lots of secrets. Paper bags, please.
Yesterday was a tornado day. I dropped Harp off at 8:00 then went straight to my B12 shot, to the mall for my new favorite tea, to a diaper store to pick some stuff up for a friend, to the grocery store for an envelope and bananas, to a diner for lunch with a friend, to the post office for stamps, to the drugstore for drugs (wheee!), to home for freelance, to the grocery store for dinner supplies, to school to pick Meredith up from jazz band, to another drugstore to pick up our Christmas cards, and back home where I immediately started yelling at everyone because no one knows where to put their shoes.
A few months back, my Fitbit broke. I told myself that it was a suicide of sorts because I was such a disappointing owner. When the new Fitbit arrived (free, because Fitbit customer service is amazing), I vowed to not drop below 10,000 steps per day more than once each week. As a result, if you drive by my house at 10:30 at night (Don’t do it. Seriously.), you might see a shadow in the upstairs window and it’s a lady and she’s running in place and that lady is me. In penguin pajamas. Feeling unstable yet determined to keep the Fitbit happy. After the month of NaBloPoMo, I’m feeling that same vibe of motivation for Fluid Pudding. Also, I want to spend more time with actual pens and actual paper. I need to bake more. I need to stop all of these mass shootings from happening. (Seriously, what if I have the power to do that, but I just don’t realize it? What if you do? I can bake some pretty amazing biscotti. What if that ability could somehow transfer to stop some craziness in the world?)
9 thoughts on “You can’t win, you can’t break even, and you can’t get out of the game.”
Wouldn’t it be great if a collective of us all got together and willed mass shootings to never happen again and it worked? It would definitely make you believe in magic and Harry Potter.
Also, I have threatened to throw shoes in the trash because they are not where they belong.
I could reply to a number of things but wanted to agree Fitbit does have great customer service. Same thing happened to me (now I take it off when I shower because it is sorta water proof but I think I overdid it). BTW, I got a job in the communications Dept of your kiddos’ school district. I may see them!
For the shoe problem- any shoes left in the living room got thrown into the front yard. It only took a couple of times before they decided it was easier to take them to their room.
This is the best thing I have ever heard in my whole life.
I LOVE Gail’s solution to the shoe problem!
Also, if you are still blogging, does it mean that by some slim chance it’s really still November and I have more time than I thought to get ready for Big Event next weekend?
Yeah, didn’t think so.
<–also guilty on the FitBit
I once had a patient that used her husband's blood in her glucometer because her doctor told her that she MUST use it 4 times daily but her own fingers got too sore. (yes, he was a saint)
It's a slippery slope when we let a device designed to measure behavior dictate behavior.
We could all pray for God to protect us from evil leaders w h e r e v e r they are— leave the who they are to God — if all races and creeds did this every day — I know good would win out.
Please concentrate on stopping mass shootings. I will buy all your family’s Christmas presents and anything else you want and do your freelance so you have time to knit. I mean it.
I solved the shoe problem (only my problem, but a significant problem in that kick them off as soon as I hit the door and then there’s a pile of shoes there) by buying an Ikea shoe cabinet and installing it in the laundry room (right by the front door). This means that the shoes all end up in a pile in front of the shoe cabinet, but that’s in the laundry room, and I can shut the door.
The price I pay is that on cleaning day, the cleaners just put them in the cabinet all willynilly, making it really hard to find them and so I end up wearing the same 2 pairs all the time
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