June 8th, 2006

getting by

%$#*#@!$%&*!!!!!!!

Add to the list of "things mrissa should be able to do this week but apparently can't": unloading the dishwasher.

Broke two glasses while falling.

Did not break the me, unless you count two minuscule cuts on my feet, which I don't as they are barely more than pinpricks and have already stopped bleeding.

Am glad I was the only one up so I didn't shower the wee beastlet with glass shards.

Am sorry I was the only one up, as I then had to pick my way out of the glass shards and clean them up while only marginally steady. (Leaving them where they were was not a reasonable option.)

Am trying very hard not to be in a Very Bad Mood over this.

Tell me something good, please. A good book you've read or a good food you've eaten or a good anecdote you've heard.
getting by

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"Sorry to be always presenting myself in such a decrepit state. I do it on purpose, of course, to attract attention and awaken sympathy; but I'm afraid the manoeuvre's getting rather obvious."

Except that Lord Peter had gotten himself smacked into a wheelbarrow by an evildoer, and I, thankfully, have not. Because we need no evildoers. We could perhaps do with a wheelbarrow, but timprov and I have already had that conversation, ending properly with, "Why didn't you list that among our assets in the first place?", so we may take it as given.