Two things I’ve learned today:
- Having a bandage on my index finger makes it rather difficult to knit.
- A crying, clingy, tired but not wanting to go to bed toddler screaming “I wanna rock!” does not put the same smile on my face as when Twisted Sister did it.
This morning when I had to drop Gavin off at daycare, one of his classmates kept asking me, “what happened to your face?” Yes indeedy, I’m 33 years old and have grey hairs *and* acne, and I just got reminded of the latter by a four year old. Happy Monday.
OTOH, the crazy Americano lady I bitched about once before came through again today and told me that I always make her drink the best and she never has to taste it before driving off when she knows I made it. For months she’s complained if she so much as sees me inside, now she’s decided I’m her favorite. I think we’re going to start calling her Sybil.
Lish said,
3 June 2008 at 11:03 am
I read about a lady like this in General Psych. Folks like this make me look normal.