Monday, October 26, 2009

Gag. Literally.

I'm wondering if it's wrong that the best part of my day came when I was in the kitchen laughing and gagging and then laughing some more with one of my coworkers.

Here's what happened. B was unloading the dishwasher, but half the dishes were dirty. She picked up a plate that had something on it, and I was like "no no no...it's dirty." Once she looked down at it she started freaking out because it looked like old mayonnaise. Then she gagged a little. To make her feel better I told her that I was opening a FedEx envelope today and there was a hair on it and it made me gag. And then, telling her the story, it made me gag again; I have a thing about hair that's no longer attached to a person's body.

At this point we're laughing hysterically because we're apparently too delicate to unload dishwashers and open FedEx envelopes. Then I go to the trash can and see a big slab of lasagna in the trash and gag again. I told B to avoid looking in the trash can and then ran from the kitchen. I may never go in it again. A totally ridiculous thing, but completely hysterical.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Something to think about on a disgusting Wednesday morning...

"Stop looking for bananas from people who have no bananas. Some people just cannot offer you what you need. " Karen Salmansohn

Why is that always so hard to remember?

Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Death of a Dream

For as long as I can remember (maybe 5 or 6 years...I have a short memory), I've wanted to learn how to knit. Apparently that was a pipe dream. I took my first class today and it was awful. The instructor, when she couldn't figure out what I'd done to add an extra loop to a whole line of stitches, was like "well, at least you're consistent." Consistently wrong she meant. I'm so disappointed, but I just could not follow what she was saying and having to focus on the needles and the yarn just gave me a big headache. Barb was like, "well, I guess I won't be expecting a scarf for Christmas!"

There goes my hopes for a handmade Christmas. Sigh....