That Kind of Day

It's been a rough one in mrtland, yo. Let's recap.

After going to bed late last night (besides still being on Alaska time, Jem refused to sleep and insisted on screaming just before I hit the shower, so she screamed while I took my shower and then settled right down afterwards - WTF?), I woke up early this morning to go into the office.

Tired, I chased my smoothie with three cups of coffee (the first of which with straight sugar before finding the sweetener) and a Boston Cream donut. (Shut up. We don't have Dunkin Donuts in Alaska and I was weak.)

On my first (of several) potty runs, while wrestling Spanxy back up, I realized that I had somehow neglected to change out of my eva-so-unsupportive sports sleep bra. This prompted 1) a constant self-consciousness that the girls were cross-eyed, 2) and staring at the floor , and 3) a fourth cup of coffee.

Work in itself was a study in duplicative effort and and in self control not to bitch slap the first person who tried to cheer me up. Hello? I'm trying hard enough to stay awake and focus on redoing all this work; nothing's going to make me smile, especially with the added distraction of GBT (Granny Bingo Tits). (To whit, duplication was not my error. I'm just saying. Perhaps I'd be more annoyed were it my mistake, but it was a really, moronically, stupendously idiotic mistake.)

Then at home, once the girls --- my daughters, not my boobs --- were in bed, I was back to my big knitting project...

::tangent to describe big knitting project::
I've been thinking of doing this since May. MAY! The planning that went into making my own pattern, with a splended monogram on the opposite side! This knitted bag was to be felted and gloriously displayed by the recipient FER SURE!
::end tangent to describe big knitting project::

... Yeah, "was." After taking all the time and getting damned near halfway through the project, I realized the monogram was not only backwards, but BACKWARDS. That is, a mirror image of non-palindromic letters, IN THE WRONG ORDER. So what do I do? Frog it? Finish it with the error and tell her to always look at the bag in a mirror? GAH! There is no way this is going to be finished for Christmas because I am SO OVER YOU STUPID FELTED BAG, and now I'll have to go shopping to find something else to give the recipient.

grrrrrr... I am so going to sleep now.

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Wait a minute. In the spirit of balance -- I am a Libra after all -- I will say that today brought wonderful news as well. For one, I got an unexpected call from mister mrtl. Squeeee! Second, I heard the other night that one of my favorite Marines (the one that intended to be strapped to my back) had perished in Iraq. After hearing conflicting information and not being able to find his name on casualty lists online, I sent some emails today. A colleague iinformed me that he had spoken with the Gunny minutes before and could thus confidently assure me that he was still with us.

Ok. I am so going to sleep better now.

Comments

[William]

Granny Bongo Tits is hysterical.

[kalki]

Thinking of mr. mrtl. And of you, often.

[Ern]

Glad for the good news at the end of the post there!

My friend was showing me a sweatshirt from when she was maid of honor in a friend's wedding. The bride went through an Armenian printer, and the "Bridesmaid" ones came out fine, but my friend's says, "Made of Honor". It's one of her most treasured possessions. :)

[Ern]

(In other words, I think you should go ahead and give her the bag.)

[jana]

since this week will be crazed i just wanted to stop by and wish you guys a very happy holidays! Good mojo headed your way as always from me. :)