Current mood: good
Just when you think your day is the shits, something happens to restore your faith in things and make you want to continue on and finish the rest of the day.
Thus my day began with a search for clean underwear. This is a frequent morning ritual. The boys must have what amounts to a hundred pair apiece. Paul has tons of underwear, I swear, even though he complains of never having any... Well, if he didn't wear two or three pair a day....
I, on the other hand, don't have many pairs at all. Our canine companions love my undies you see. And they have shredded many a pair that have made their way into the trash. I still have a couple that haven't all but disintegrated in the crotch, they are my holy panties and I wear them on days when I want to feel a little more, well religious I guess.
Anyway, that is how my day started and I did have a pair that I rescued from the dryer. I have been known to go without, on plenty of occasions. I have also sported my husbands boxers. It horrifies me that we can wear the same underwear. I have NEVER seen him wear mine, just want to clear that up now.
Of course, my allergy medication ran out a couple of days ago and I haven't swung by the pharmacy to pick up my refill so I have been itching, wheezing, hacking, etc, etc. I found a bottle of Chlor-Trimeton in my car while I was on my way to work and popped a little yellow pill so I wouldn't have to sound like a cat hacking up a furball in the store today. But unlike my prescriptive medication, Chlor-Trimeton has a little drowsy side effect that has made my day go by like I have been swimming in a tub of viscous gack.
Once at the store I started taking my right foot from its Birki , rubbing it against the floor to stave an itch. Now it is 4 p.m. and I have been itching it all day, so I probably have some foot fungus already and it is only mid-June. This should not be a foot malady until at least August. And if I was a perfect woman, I wouldn't even know what foot fungus is, right? Well, thank God I am not perfect, but unfortunately last year I found out that women get the equivalent of "jock itch," yeah, how do you like that one? Hope you weren't eating a brownie or something. I know I don't have to go there, but really I must sometimes.
So my day has been slow, and itchy. I shouldn't complain, it could be much worse. But at 3:30 my brother stopped in to make a deposit for me and I ran across Third Street to Cornerstone coffee and got an iced mocha and a heavenly macaroon. So I am content and happy as a little itchy clam sitting behind the counter and writing this little blog for the day. I will now make it through the rest of the day just fine. Thank heaven for the little things in life.
June 16, 2006
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