Today was my first day of rocking the 7:30 AM -2:30 PM schedule. The day flew by, it was fantastic.
The best part? My hair still looks somewhat “alive” by the time that we’re headed into the 2:00 PM hour. Ameena, you know what I’m talking about
I originally had visions of me running down to the Social Security Office after work (it closes at 3:30) to apply for a new social security card. But when Google Maps routed me around downtown instead of through it, that was the end of that.
At this point (we’re well into two months now, kittens) I’ll be taking the lazy way out and mailing the application (along with my documents) directly to them.
Yes, this means I’m trust falling into The System.
Following that 15 minute “detour” on my way home, I went for a run and marveled at the glories of finishing before 4:30 PM.
There were many.
I admired my birthday flowers.
(It’s on Sunday).
I know. Only six roses?
Bear with me.
I bargained with Marcus and told him that instead of sending an ostentatious bouquet to work, I would rather pick up a bouquet from ALDI every week (~$3.99) for the next year and arrange it.
Practical? Or fantastic? Your call.
I actioned our weekly pan of croutons.
Which I attempted to dump half of into the bottom of our oven. While it was on. Thankfully, Disaster was averted.
For my final act (the Social Security Office thing left me feeling less-than-accomplished), I did a bit of decluttering, involving our Windex and Pledge bottles.
After that ’bout of Hardcore Productivity, I took A Moment For Me and attended to my mitts. They were looking tragic to the point of Downright Shamefulness.
Don’t even pretend. Your at-home nail spa looks the same.
Lap of Luxury. Right here.
I took a moment to catch-up with the New York Times Magazine on the deck. I wanted to finish it so that I could throw it away, and I was craving the sun and fresh air.
I was tickled. I still can’t decide which one is my favorite.
And if you’d like to see it more clearly, click here.
At this point, y’all probably think that I live a charmed life.
But no good deed goes unpunished. While I was in the midst of our declutter, I decided to run the dishwasher.
As my luck would have it, That Devil Thing decided to pick today to die. Which I discovered when it refused to drain or complete a full cycle.
On the list of sights you never, EVER want to see after dinner, put this one at the top of the list, please.
After watching Marcus perform mouth-to-mouth on one of the drainage tubes (apparently The Internet Said So) and watching the ensuing sludgy brown water dribble out, I forced him to close down shop and seek Expert Advice. It seemed like The Only Sane Thing To Do.
Have you ever replaced a dishwasher before? Do you have any advice?
Do you keep fresh flowers around the house?
What is your favorite move from the 2011 Rock Paper Scissors page?