I thought I'd tell you about my day yesterday, as supposedly that's what this blog is about and I really don't often just recap a day. Mostly because that sounds boring. As opposed to The Riveting that is this blog.
I hadn't had time to get the dogs at daycare on Sunday because they close at 5:00, which, hello dog daycare. Could you STAY OPEN on Sunday so people GETTING IN don't have to rush? God. What about my needs?
Anyway I woke up with Lily on me, as she often is, but I really expected to find Iris taking advantage of the No Dog Moment--and apparently I am way into capital letters for emphasis today, and Yay. But there was no Iris, I was Iris-Free, and it turns out she was stuck in the computer room all night. Poor blindy Iris.
This happens to her a LOT. Fortunately a litterbox is in there, but I really don't get how that door closes. It occurs to me that Lily might close it and walk away giggling.
Anyway I stampeded to work and as soon as I got there I realized I had my underwear in my purse. We'd been leaving the hotel on Sunday, see, and I saw it lying there at the last minute after I was packed and out the door. So I just crammed it in my purse and go, me. Naturally I don't discover it till I'm AT WORK.
I work not in a cubicle but just in this big open room with some art people and some other editor types. So when I ONCE AGAIN forgot I had underwear in my purse and I pulled them out to blow my nose on them, you can imagine my joy. Do you remember when the same thing happened to Grace Kelly in--yeah, no. That never happened to Grace Kelly anywhere.
I got that sore-shoulder thing from working so intently, and finally at lunch I got the dogs, who were not berserk at all about seeing me. Edsel wept and prayed and even stoic Talu was awfully tail flappy. As usual, they acted the fools till daycare was out of sight, then they both went, "Hphpmmmmmmmmmm" and fell asleep in the car. They've basically been asleep ever since and man is that lovely. I wish I always had quiet exhausted dogs.
Maybe I should be one of those people who gets up at 5:00 and takes them for a big run in the park. Oh, and also, did you see the wild monkeys flying out my ass? Also, did you see where 1990 called and wants it joke back?
At any rate, the good news is I got two checks yesterday from two places I've been freelancing, so with my rich self I went to the grocery store after work to deposit my cash. Not that I deposit them in the canned goods or anything. "I go to the store and shove my checks in the meat and I never seem to have any money." There is a BANK there, see, with a really lovely funny gay man who is my teller every time, and I went there. Is the thing.
After I was done I moseyed to the salad bar to make dinner, and sadly that is as hard as I ever make dinner, when I heard, "Hey!"
It was Ned! I guess I should have known, anywhere a salad goes, Ned follows.
"HEYYY!" I screeched, and leaped across the salad bar to kiss him.
"I'm sick," he said. Which, you know, there's my luck. I use a javelin to sproing across something in order to stick my tongue down someone's throat, and it turns out they have Lasa Fever.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked nervously, headed for the iodine like Lucy. Turns out he's getting a cold, which you KNOW I'll get, because I just spent every second of the last five days with Ned. I dragged him over to the saline and made him buy some, because more than once I thought a cold was imminent and once I shot the saline up my nose parts I felt infinitely better.
Ned, too, was (sit down) making a salad, but he also got the "free sample" cups down and got us both soup. "I do this every day," he said, eating chicken and dumplings from a teensy spoon. "You aren't supposed to do that," I said, getting all Gallant-y.
"Why not? It's a sample." He headed off for free samples of brown pretentious bread.
If you have a Harris Teeter near you and you wonder why it's so costly, look no further than Free Sample Ned, over here.
As we headed home he said he'd call later and I never heard from him. He has never said he'd call and then didn't, so now I worry he's delirious with fever or something. Further reports as developments warrant.
When I got home I did my Tracy Anderson workout for the first time in over a month, and I'm annoyed to report my heel hurts today. GodDAMMIT. I also unpacked, put away laundry, swept the floors and FINISHED MY POLISH WORK that I've been doing.
I guess that's all I have for you. Got your Thanksgiving photos. Now I have to worry about getting them on here and the inevitable person I will forget and the eventual frowny-face emoticon.
Will let you know if Ned survived the night as soon as I hear from him. Will let you know when I get sick, as well. In fact, if I do get sick, I can pretty much guarantee you will hear little else.