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Well, That Could Have Gone Better...
Mar. 9th, 2018 10:29 am Do you ever have mornings where one dumb thing sets you off?
Today, I was a big jerk to my family because, as we were getting ready to leave for the day, I could NOT find the bag that I keep all my pen pal correspondence stuff in. Normally, I wouldn't even be looking for it at 6:45 am, but I had to take Shawn to a dermatology appointment and the idea of sitting in the waiting room staring at the walls annoyed me no end. I thought that if I could at least write a letter or something, it wouldn't feel like wasted time. I have a book I could read, but I couldn't find that either, because... well, probably because last night I gave away one of my lucky coins to the "good neighbors" that stole my pen at Wyrdsmiths last night, but that's another story which I will get to momentarily.
Suffice to say, I was a grouch-bag about my bag the entire way into to school. As it happened we arrived to the appointment early enough that Shawn told me that I might as well do some of the errands I was annoyed at not being able to get a jump on, and I even had enough time to go back home and find the stupid bag.
I got back just as Shawn was finishing, so did I get to write that letter? No. In fact, when I got home and went to take the bag out of the back seat in order to move it somewhere safe in doors, I managed to spill the contents onto the icy street... possibly ruining all the unused stationary.
Yeah, after that I decided I needed to appease some gods, so the first thing I did was post a cat picture to the internet:
And, so, I posted this with the tag line: "Because everyone needs a cat in a basket today." Now, if I saw someone's picture of their cat doing something cute, I would totally write "Wow!" or "Adorable!" or "Kitty!" in the comments. It seems kind of a natural response to me. My friends, apparently, don't think that way. My first comment was a joking tease that maybe bird people don't need a cat in a basket, the second was another tease (a little rougher) with some kind of joke about today, when I could really use a basket! What am I to do with all the stuff that needs a basket? The last comment so far is, "That cat looks pissed."
I mean, I'm getting happy hearts and likes and whatnot, but literally no one can say anything nice about my cat.
So, those are my friends.
When I could use some cheering up and thought to myself, "Hey, I'll post a nice cat picture so people can tell me how great my cat looks and I can feel better about today," I get a bunch of not terribly funny jokes and "That cat looks pissed."
So I'm going to change my luck again. Back to the bit where I gave up one of my lucky coins to the f-a-i-r-i-e. Yesterday night, at Wyrdsmiths, I put my pen somewhere and could NOT for the life of me find it again. I joked that it was stolen by the fairy, but it was weird. Completely gone, it seemed. Naomi said, "To bad you don't have anything shiny to trade." But I always do, I keep 5 coins in that little, otherwise useless pocket in my jeans. It's something some Feng Shui book told me to do once. I never worry about losing them because I figure that when I do, I just need to grab another coin and "change my luck." So, I left a coin out on the table. The instant I did, Naomi said, "Oh! I see it!" I had, APPARENTLY, stuck it in the collar of my shirt.
I took the coin back, which might have been my mistake. I'll have to give them one as I leave today, so make it clear we're square.
Today, I was a big jerk to my family because, as we were getting ready to leave for the day, I could NOT find the bag that I keep all my pen pal correspondence stuff in. Normally, I wouldn't even be looking for it at 6:45 am, but I had to take Shawn to a dermatology appointment and the idea of sitting in the waiting room staring at the walls annoyed me no end. I thought that if I could at least write a letter or something, it wouldn't feel like wasted time. I have a book I could read, but I couldn't find that either, because... well, probably because last night I gave away one of my lucky coins to the "good neighbors" that stole my pen at Wyrdsmiths last night, but that's another story which I will get to momentarily.
Suffice to say, I was a grouch-bag about my bag the entire way into to school. As it happened we arrived to the appointment early enough that Shawn told me that I might as well do some of the errands I was annoyed at not being able to get a jump on, and I even had enough time to go back home and find the stupid bag.
I got back just as Shawn was finishing, so did I get to write that letter? No. In fact, when I got home and went to take the bag out of the back seat in order to move it somewhere safe in doors, I managed to spill the contents onto the icy street... possibly ruining all the unused stationary.
Yeah, after that I decided I needed to appease some gods, so the first thing I did was post a cat picture to the internet:
And, so, I posted this with the tag line: "Because everyone needs a cat in a basket today." Now, if I saw someone's picture of their cat doing something cute, I would totally write "Wow!" or "Adorable!" or "Kitty!" in the comments. It seems kind of a natural response to me. My friends, apparently, don't think that way. My first comment was a joking tease that maybe bird people don't need a cat in a basket, the second was another tease (a little rougher) with some kind of joke about today, when I could really use a basket! What am I to do with all the stuff that needs a basket? The last comment so far is, "That cat looks pissed."
I mean, I'm getting happy hearts and likes and whatnot, but literally no one can say anything nice about my cat.
So, those are my friends.
When I could use some cheering up and thought to myself, "Hey, I'll post a nice cat picture so people can tell me how great my cat looks and I can feel better about today," I get a bunch of not terribly funny jokes and "That cat looks pissed."
So I'm going to change my luck again. Back to the bit where I gave up one of my lucky coins to the f-a-i-r-i-e. Yesterday night, at Wyrdsmiths, I put my pen somewhere and could NOT for the life of me find it again. I joked that it was stolen by the fairy, but it was weird. Completely gone, it seemed. Naomi said, "To bad you don't have anything shiny to trade." But I always do, I keep 5 coins in that little, otherwise useless pocket in my jeans. It's something some Feng Shui book told me to do once. I never worry about losing them because I figure that when I do, I just need to grab another coin and "change my luck." So, I left a coin out on the table. The instant I did, Naomi said, "Oh! I see it!" I had, APPARENTLY, stuck it in the collar of my shirt.
I took the coin back, which might have been my mistake. I'll have to give them one as I leave today, so make it clear we're square.
