Seed Pods with Spider’s Web
I ought to be making devilled eggs, but instead, I’m playing around with Photoshop. I’m too tired and cranky to want to fuss with food.
As a result of last weekend’s power outage, my phone–I only recently realized–has not been receiving incoming calls. I was able to make calls and get online with no problem, but anyone who tried to call me either got a busy signal or the call was dropped after the first ring. Very odd. So I had to take yesterday off work to wait around for Cody-the-phone-guy to come out and fix the problem. This is, I believe, the fourth time I’ve had to have my line repaired after a power outage. Hrmph. There’s nothing I can do about it, because the failure is out at the pole, and not anything inside my house. I would think that, eventually, Some Bastard Company would get tired of having to make repeated trips out here, and might fix their frigging phone lines. I’m not holding my breath or anything, though.
That’s all by way of saying that I had to get up ass early and go into work this morning. Working was not–I repeat not–on my To Do List today. Hence the crankiness. And it’s raining, and is supposed to keep raining for the better part of the next week. That meant that I spent my unscheduled day off preemptively mowing instead of doing anything remotely entertaining. Again, resulting in much crankiness.
Alrighty then. I’m off to cleave wee eggies in twain, so that I can take them to Ms. Lea’s birthday festivities. I’m also supposed to bake her a cockeyed cake, but I completely forgot that I’m out of both sugar and flour. Even the mighty cockeyed cake requires sugar and flour. Oops!
I’m really hoping that the liberal application of alcohol will improve my attitude, because somehow I doubt that having to spend the afternoon and evening with hordes of people will.
Oooh! One good thing did happen today. On my way home from work, I got to see a bitty buckskin Quarter Horse. He was brand-spanking new–so new, that he was tottering around behind his mamma like a drunken little sailor. I had to pull over and watch him for a few minutes, he was that adorable. He managed to find his legs well enough to boink straight up into the air at one point, which nearly induced a sugar coma in me. I thought for sure he’d fall over, but even though he swayed a bit, and looked a little bewildered at what he’d just done, he stuck the landing. It was wonderfully funny, as if he had no idea how or why he’d gone up into the air. Boink!
red paper boat 