Tuesday, January 30, 2018

How Was YOUR Day?

It's been a very, very weird day.
Okay. Maybe it's only been weird enough to rate one very but it has been odd.
First of all, I was going to go to Lily's and drive with her to an appointment with our beloved Melissa to get her hair cut. Lily. Not Melissa.
Of course.
But then Lily's car started doing something very weird when she took the boys to school and so I went and picked her and Magnolia up there, where she'd parked her car. We drove to town and Lily got her hair cut and Maggie ate lollipops and got hair on her lollipops and when she had a little fit of unhappiness, she threw herself on the floor and got hair on herself.
She looked like she had a beard as the hair stuck to the lollipop juice.
Mr. Moon was called in to do something with Lily's car because he is the Car Guy. This involved a lot of different stuff which is all pretty boring but Lily's car got to the repair place, Mr. Moon got to work, I got home, and Lily is driving my car because I would just as soon never go anywhere and she has an action-packed life involving young men who need to get to places like school, soccer, and baseball.
Anyway, by the time I got home, I was exhausted. I didn't really sleep very well last night and I decided to just take a damn nap, which I did.
When I woke up, my husband was here, working on the bathroom.
"I got you a pint of water to make your espresso with," he said, as I made my way to my bathroom to wash my face post-nap.
"Okay," I said. "Thank you."
I did not realize that he had not gotten my espresso water ready because he thought I'd want coffee when I got up but because he had turned the water off to work on the bathroom.
That was hours ago and I still have no water and need to run the dishwasher and do a load of clothes and cook supper, all of which require water, and I feel quite bitchy, even though as he pointed out, none of this is really a life-or-death matter and I do have enough water left over from hurricane preparations to make supper.
But my inner bitch has decided she's dancing the lead role today and there you are. I am not nearly as bitchy these days as I used to be and IN FACT, my inner bitch does not come out that often but when she does, she likes to have her way and damn the fall-out.

So I have done NOTHING productive today except to work on Gibson's monkey man and watch some trash TV. I was going to start working on some curtains I'm going to make for August's room but the though of handling that much fabric was just too daunting.


Water back on. Dishwasher running. About to do a bleach load. Lily's van is terminally ill.
Dinner will be cooked.
I will probably watch perhaps three minutes of the State of the Uniom address.
Who in the world could have predicted that it would be reported that the president of the United States had paid a porn star $130,000 to keep her mouth shut about an affair he had with her while he was married to a woman who had just given birth to his child and we would all just be like, "Ho-hum"?
I think that most of us were baffled that the amount paid was a paltry $130,000. Did he really think that was going to stop a porn star from talking about his underwear?

Dear god.
It's like a constant Limbo Contest these days.
How low can you go?

I've developed an eye-twitch.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Luv you, Ms. Mary.
    Hello to Car Guy,
    He sure does good work.
    And you write SO good, too.

    1. Jan- HEY! It's so good to see you here. I'd love to see you anywhere!
      I will tell Mr. Moon what you said. You should see what he's doing in the area of bathroom construction. He's amazing.
      I hope all is well with you and with yours and that life is treating you as sweetly as you deserve.

  2. I was a crabby bitch today. It's been awhile since I've been crabby for no apparent reason. I hear tomorrow is a full moon so maybe we are just advanced. Eff 45.

  3. What's worse is when a Trumpette is asked about it, and their response is always, 'yeah but what about Hillary' or 'Look what Bill did.' I told a guy on the Facebook the other day that he's just like The Orange One....it's all about whose is bigger.

  4. I have no intention of watching a single instant of that creep show. he'll tall credit for coasting on Obama, he'll lie, he'll make a mockery of the very speech with his flashing of donors names across the screen (and what the fuck is up with that?)

  5. I have lost interest but love hearing about tRUMPS shenanigans through others, You and Ellen keep me up to date in a more gentle way that the horrid spin on the news. Thanks for the good laugh!

  6. I’m sorry to hear about Lily’s terminal van. But the Car Guy can help in this area I’m sure. That car/bathroom handsome man of yours is all around talented! But I’d get bitchy if the water was turned off and I wasn’t fully prepared for it. I accomplished a lot while watching junk tv for part of the day too. Some days are just like that. I figure if I get up, brush my teeth, feed the cat and wash the dishes I use I’m doing okay. I have low standards. I don’t think I’m going to watch the ass tonight. I’d rather catch highlights on social media than hear the drone. $130,000? Wow, that’s nothing. I hope Melanie really does leave him. It’s the first time I’ve felt any sort of compassion for her. I’m sick to death of this crap. I better stop or my commenting will deteriorate further. Joanne

  7. man that sucks for lily's van. we're watching monk.


  8. "How low can you go?!" Uch, I will listen to bbc and npr talk about it tomorrow morning. My day was damn good in a regular nothing special way. But my energy is up, or my mood or something. Whatever it is, sure is nice. The driveway is full of ice and everywhere else is full of snow, there will be more snow this week but the chickens are starting to lay again...Boy do I look forward to warm days!

  9. I love that he made sure you had water for your coffee before he closed the pipes. I also love that you took a nap. Driving your daughter and granddaughter around and dealing with grand baby meltdowns in the hair salon is very productive in my book.

  10. The porn star thing really IS astonishing. Even though I personally don't care who sleeps with a porn star or why, the level of hypocrisy exhibited by the Republicans and the Christian right is mind-blowing. If Hillary Clinton had slept with a porn star, can you IMAGINE what they'd be doing to her? (And of course what they DID to Bill for his sexual peccadillos, which admittedly involved the workplace, but still.)

    Having the water turned off is always a nightmare. We are all so dependent on our modern conveniences. Have you seen the stories about Cape Town, which is due to RUN OUT OF WATER in April?! There's going to be rationing and they're calling in the army!


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