Let's see how this goes today. My access to the internet has been a bit spotty lately. The internet does not like to swim, apparently! I guess if this doesn't publish on time, I will publish it when I can.
It's that time of the year for me. You know how there are "rolling blackouts" during the summer when the electricity usage is high? Well, I have rolling surliness, random moments when I just want to shake my laptop like an Etch-a-Sketch and then chuck it out onto the railroad tracks. I just want to growl and snap at everyone at least once a day. My coworkers and I have termed this form of grouchiness our "Joe Pesci" moments, after the actor's turn at a Snicker's commercial, because that is what my little tirades look like. I've even put the Orange Cones of Doom around my desk on more than one occasion. (What? Am I the only one with orange cones?) Does anyone else ever feel like this or is it just me needing way more chocolate than most people? Of course, even with all these warnings, everyone will be completely surprised when I turn into Godzilla and start leveling Tokyo.
I was looking through a magazine, happily oblivious, when I noticed this in the advertisement. I was shocked. I'm supposed to match my eye shadow to my nail polish? When did this happen? I got the memo about belts and shoes matching, and the white after Labor Day, but eye shadow and nail polish? Really? Since polish is supposed to last at least ten days, does that mean that you have to shellac the eye shadow on your eye for a ten-day-run? Because I can tell you that purple eye shadow looks less "sexy" and more 'black-eye following serious car accident" 24 hours after you put it on. And why would a person want to match her eye shadow to her nails anyway? Who would notice? Should a girl walk around with her nails strategically near her eyes so that people can comment that the colors match? As the saying goes, ain't nobody got time for that.
Two days after our fun with flooding, and already everything is back to normal in most places. Especially in New Braunfels, where disasters typically are not allowed to stand in the way of a good time. The two rivers flowing through town would just have to deal with it. The tourists had already shown up for a weekend of Memorial Day tubing, and that is what the tourists got. The water, and the things washed into businesses by the water, were all swept out the door as much as possible, and the "Open" signs were posted, and the fun got started. People got on with their lives with as little fuss as possible, and there is something vaguely comforting about that.
Maisy the dog got fixed last week. She was not the best patient, unfortunately. I had to drag her from the car and into the facility. She growled at everyone, so they had to muzzle her. As they brought her to us, she piddled on the floor. Then there's the Cone of Shame, which she is expected to wear for ten days. Poor Maisy can't do hardly anything without smacking the Cone against everything in sight. She's not really very happy about it, and I can't say that I blame her. But it's to keep her from ripping out her stitches and bleeding all over the place, so the cone stays.
Go visit Ms. Stacy today and give her some lovin'. Not the kind that will get you arrested, of course. The other kind.