It’s bad when public restrooms feel like the lap of luxury.

Last week, Mickey called me out on the fact that I had back to back Wordless Wednesday posts. I meant to post Tuesday, so I could put up a photo on Wednesday without going for three in a row, but, I didn’t get to it, so I didn’t post at all. How do you like me now, Mickey? :)

Here’s a rundown of things that have happened since I last used actual sentences in a blog post.

  • Argo had another bump, and I had to take him for a needle biopsy. It turned out to be benign, thank goodness, and our vet is so incredibly awesome about calling the very second the results come in.
  • I’ve been working on a project with brand new characters and it’s occupying my brain to the point where I feel like I can’t communicate, beyond a tweet here and a Facebook comment there, for whole chunks of my day. That’s not a complaint. I love being absorbed like that. I love loving a story and characters so much that I can’t stop thinking about them. I just feel bad for ignoring phone calls or forgetting to answer e-mail, and worry that I qualify for the crappy friend award this month. This too shall pass (I promise!), once I get a little further in to the project, and our home life quiets down a bit.
  • I got my character playlist right.
  • We had a fire in our microwave.
  • I ordered holiday cards that I think are hysterical, but once I got them I started worrying that everyone else might think they’re mean. They aren’t mean. They’re funny, okay? Of course this is all a moot point if I never get them in the mail . . .
  • Stella has been out of sorts since we had a house full of guests at Thanksgiving. She’s decided she won’t eat unless I sit next to her while she eats and don’t attempt to do anything other than sit there and watch her eat. She has me well trained. At least I don’t have to squat with her while she pees anymore. And I have to admit that it’s actually kind of nice to have a small span of time that cannot be occupied with anything other than hanging out with my dog.
  • J and I watched all the MI-5 episodes there are to watch, and to sublimate my withdrawal, I’ve developed a mean Mythbusters addiction.
  • We still don’t have a bathroom. We hired a contractor, because neither of us have the time or ability to finish the bathroom ourselves. At first, it seemed like we would actually have a bathroom by Christmas, but now it’s seeming like the idea of having a bathroom by Christmas was utterly absurd to begin with. Not only, that, but since Christmas and New Years fall right into the mix of things, we’ll have lots of days when no one will be working, but we still won’t have a bathroom. They are doing great work and are super nice, but it really sucked to get my hopes up and then have them smashed. Living here right now is a lot like camping, except I still have to vacuum, there’s no good hiking, The Crap Garden doesn’t exactly qualify as a scenic view, and the coin-op showers at the last campground I visited were far nicer than the shower in our basement.
  • I can’t seem to get my crabbypants off. It’s like they’re stuck on my freakishly large calves or something.

Comments

  1. Hehe… “crabbypants”…. But seriously, I tell Tim all the time that there are REASONS I was born in this century. One of them happens to be showers. Hang in there!

  2. No bathroom, no ponies, what kind of two-bit establishment are you running over there?

  3. You had a fire in your microwave?! How did that happen? Did you try to microwave something shiny?

  4. I didn’t know you had freakishly large calves. How about a picture comparing them to, oh, a turkey drumstick or something.

  5. ps. Sorry to hear about your crapper.

  6. Reluctant Blogger says

    Oh wow, so you are into your next novel already. Amazing.

    I did chuckle re the Christmas cards. A few years ago my eldest son annotated all his before he gave them – they were very very funny. Except of course some people did not get the joke at all (mostly thick people) and one person complained to me about them saying they were poor taste! I didn’t know what to say so I just smiled inanely.

    Hope you get your bathroom fixed soon.

  7. LOL Your point about crabby pants made me burst out laughing, it sounds like we’re very similar. =)

    I really want to see your Christmas cards, they sound intreguing! And I’m currently downloading the podcast you recommended- thank you! I’m excited to hear what he has to say.

  8. Just sending you a big hug. The crabby pants will come off, but sometimes they stick like a comfortable pair of pj’s, especially when you work at home! xo

  9. I’ve had permacrappypants this week. Too much stress in what shouldn’t be a stressful time. I imagine the bathroom isn’t helping you in that regard.

    I do love that Stella forces you to take some time, even just for a minute or two, while she eats. Leave it to a dog to teach us how to be more serene :)

    Merry Christmas!

  10. GWC – Showers are magical, magical things, aren’t they?

    EY – How about no? :) But they are seriously on the big side. Knee high boots are not my friends.

    MG – It’s so true – I learn so much from my dogs. I hope your crabbypants fall off (but not in public, because that would be embarrassing).

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