I didn't sleep much last night, and my brain hurts - but I'm drafting a post anyway. I'll see if my well-rested self still finds this post-worthy when I come back to revisit the draft later.
First off, I just noticed in my last post that I accidentally dropped an extra copy of a photo in the body. (not 'of a body', I haven't made drastic changes in the content since we last met. Don't worry). No one commented: HEY THERE, THIS PHOTO WASN'T ALL THE INTERESTING TO BEGIN WITH, WHY SHARE IT TWICE?
The 'not mentioning' thing reminds me . . .
|Speaking of our trip . . . I ate this out one night. |
It was delicious, but hard to enjoy because it
made my face sweat. It was SO spicy. Nothing
in the description sounded spicy.
On Thursday, 'TM' aka twin mom - who I sit for, who is lovely and at this point a dear friend, walked in to pick up her girls. I was hovering over the buffet countertop cleaning out my purse. Coach and I were getting ready to drive to Omaha to visit Tank. I didn't want to lug extra, unnecessary stuff on our trip.
Fun fact: remember that purse that Coach and Mini picked out for me for my birthday in December? (I'll wait while you all run to your calendars and write reminders for my birthday, Dec 30th. Subtle, right?) Well, my new purse can hold a lot of CRAP.
How do I know this? Well, let me tell you, when I clean it out . . . the things I found.
I borrowed 4 garbage bags from Becky right before we left for Omaha. Yes, that's a weird thing to borrow from a friend. We ran out of garbage bags the day before we left. Lad, Reg, and Curly were all staying home. My kids aren't great at cleaning up after themselves. I didn't want to give them an excuse for leaving garbage laying around.
I'd just gotten back from the store when Coach realized we were out and I wasn't sure I'd have time to run back out before our road trip. Becky and I had a playdate the next morning. She brought some, so I had a stash to leave with the kids.
Tank made some last minute food requests, so of course I ran to the store AGAIN. I later stuffed Becky's donated bags in my purse so I could return them to her.
It was curriculum night at our high school, but I was focused on
getting lost trying to find my kids' classrooms. (teachers were making fun of me for squinting at the room numbers, "Don't you know your way around by now, Mrs. Shenanigan?) I forgot to hand the garbage bags off to Becky when I passed her in the hall.
Well, I guess I did a lousy, half-ass job of cleaning out my purse, because I reached in my bottomless pit purse while in Omaha and pulled out . . . the garbage bags.
I assume you come here for my digressions and stay in hopes that my original story has a point.
Anyway, I turned briefly away from my purse cleaning job that Thursday in my kitchen and greeted TM. She was facing her girls who were running to hug her. This gave me the opportunity to notice from her profile that she had a snot hanging out of one nostril.
Note: I tried unsuccessfully to completely dive head-first into my purse in order to avoid embarrassing her by pointing out the straggler. My purse: not as large as originally reported.
I talked to TM about the girls' day, while pretending to be overly focused on the lining of my purse. While she put the girls' shoes on, I decided that I didn't want her to get into her car and realize in the rearview mirror that she had conversed with me while host to this facial ick.
|Aren't they cute when they discover|
a caterpillar in the parking lot?
TM: Oh my gosh, thank you. Ack, what if that was there all 10th hour? (as in at the high school, in front of teenagers).
Well, I'd hoped to breeze along and forget about this awkward moment for both of our sakes, but here we were - thinking over the possibilities. High school kids. Phones with cameras. Chatter. The horrors. I tried to reassure her that this was not likely, but neither of us really knew. These things happen.
Have you pointed out an awkward something? Salad in someone's teeth? Shirt worn inside out? (Oh, I have a story that falls into this category, raises hand wildly) Skirt tucked into your underwear? Or, heaven forbid, has someone pointed out something you were unaware of? Or do you opt not to mention the thing? Or do you arrive somewhere and then realize you have some extra something in your purse that you should've left at home? Do tell.
*I wanted to go to bed at 8 pm on this can't-see-straight-because-I-woke-at-2:00 am-and-never-went-back-to-sleep evening, but there is a large appliance wedged on the staircase, and I'm trapped downstairs in the study. Since I wanted said appliance . . . no, I NEEDED it, I really couldn't complain that the appliance moving was interfering with my sleep.
Appliance drama story to follow on Wednesday. Get excited.