I had two more blog entries planned for the week, but since I’m a pantser not a planner, you’re getting this whinging little rant about the days I lost this week.
I was up all night Monday. See, I was trying to place an order on Amazon US. My brother gave me a gift certificate for it for my birthday, and I had no idea what to get but since shipping takes so long from the US I thought I’d better get to ordering. So I browse around, la la la, and have a genius idea. I can’t get my face soap here, but they have it on Amazon. I find it. I put it in my cart. The prices are so good I throw in another bar of soap and a lip gloss. Yay! Add a couple of books and I’m done.
Go to checkout. My item total is like $47. They want an extra $50 for shipping. Huh?
Turns out, the Burt’s Bees soaps don’t come strictly from Amazon, they’re in conjunction with Drugstore.com or something and they obviously don’t want to ship internationally. So I tried to change the shipping addresses to have them sent to my mother. Then she could ship them to me. (Trust me, this was exactly as exciting to actually do as it is to read about.) I changed the address on the wrong items. I couldn’t fix it. I finally did. Shipping costs down. All well.
Until it hit me that the whole point of ordering the stuff from Amazon was so my Mom wouldn’t have to go ship them to me.
So I cancelled it all. Meh. I’ll fix the order later. It was 4 am.
And the Faery woke up, and didn’t want to go back to sleep. So I put in Season Three of Nip/Tuck and ended up watching five episodes–I’m only two away from the ending of the season and finally, finally finding out who The Carver is! I have my suspicions, oh yes. And when did Julia become such an idiot? Your ex husband says your son’s girlfriend is a racist, and the girlfriend stands in front of you and says he’s a jerk for giving nose jobs to “Jews”, and you tell your ex he’s out of line? Huh? If one of my girls ever has a boyfriend who says something like that to me I’d kick the little bastard out of my house and tell him never to come near my child again. Anyway.
So basically, I was on my third or fourth wind, and finally went to sleep at like 1 in the afternoon, napped till 5 or so there you go. Tuesday’s, as they say, gone with the wind.
Yesterday I almost broke my finger. I was trying to kill a fly. Since there are no screens on the windows, we occasionally get these little flying bastards in the house. I was getting ready to start dinner and nobody likes to cook when there’s a fly around, right? Just like nobody doesn’t like Sarah Lee. The fly landed on the ceramic-tiled kitchen floor. I grabbed what was handy, which turned out to be a semi-empty cigarette pack. I snuck over to within slamming distance of the fly. I slammed. The cigarette pack fly from my hand and I slammed my middle finger hard on the tile. The fly, of course, buzzed away, laughing, while I screamed and tried not to pass out. He got his, though. The hubs came in and got him with a rolled-up magazine. Ha! Ha!
Meanwhile I can barely move my finger. We had dinner. It still hurt, and I realized I couldn’t really bend it well. So I went to the hospital. Digging up change to pay for parking was fun, as I could barely use my right hand (yes, you have to pay to park at the hospital here, which must be great in a real emergency.) The nurse in her frumpy blue dress prodded my finger, asked me to bend it, then told me I probably just overextended the ligaments and so should take ibuprofin and flex it a lot. So that’s what I’ve been doing. Flexing, taking Advil, and watching an amazing bruise blossom under the middle joint of my middle finger.
Please make me feel better, and tell me about something clumsy and stupid you’ve done?