It’s good to know that in this time of uncertainty, one can still have a perfectly normal bad day.
My morning began at an ungodly hour with The Dog scratching at our bedroom door, presumably to go outside. I tried to ignore her but the thought of a Labrador “accident” had me quickly stumbling into sweatpants and heading downstairs. Imagine my surprise when I saw my husband, Doo, enjoying coffee in the kitchen! “What are you doing up?” he asked sweetly. Argh!
A couple of hours later, I decided to make a smoothie. Strawberries, bananas, coconut yogurt . . . rum? Perhaps for lunch. I used a Bullet blender and couldn’t for the life of me get the top off once I’d finished. Frustrated, I stuck it in the fridge to wait for my strained wrists to recover.
Then, Metronet arrived to bury our new internet cable, but I had only an approximate idea of where the Invisible Fence was. So, I ran over to The Dog, grabbed her collar and mimicked a treasure hunter with a metal detector. Unfortunately, I could walk across the “line” with no beeping. Dead battery? As we discussed how to move forward, I was shocked. Literally shocked. Apparently, the battery was dying, but not entirely dead.
Shaking, I went back inside for my smoothie, miraculously removed the lid, then promptly knocked it over. All but two sips oozed over the counter. Mother of . . . !
I spent the rest of the afternoon attempting to build a square, raised-flower bed, only to lose two drill bits and create a trapezoid.
Chalk this up to a perfectly normal bad day. Peace out.