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.
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?
It's like a constant Limbo Contest these days.
How low can you go?
I've developed an eye-twitch.