Technically it was the wee hours of the morning on July 5th but I still thought the loud crash at 2:07 A.M. was part of a random neighbor’s 4th of July home firework show.
As I registered the sound it occurred to me that what I heard was a loud THUMP followed glass breaking. G was already out of bed standing next to the door looking confused and adorable at the same time. We must have been a sight as I hunched down behind him, both of us scantly clad with bed head and slit eyes. He doesn’t question that my position hiding behind him ensures he will encounter the bad guy first but I still fell kind of guilty. We creep down the hall as graceful as cat burglars to the kitchen. It is at this time I suddenly realize if there IS an intruder we are barefoot and have no weapon. My heart starts pounding but is soon relieved to see this:
Somehow a blue vase has crashed to the ground. I am amp-ed up on adrenaline as grab a broom and start sweeping into the dustpan. Still in the doorway and groggy, G is watching me……so I say “here, make yourself useful” and hand him the dustpan handle.
For SOME reason I get the giggles. Mostly because I realize I NEVER talk to him like that, and also because he does it on command. Note to self, if one ever decides to order G about take a chance at 2:08 A.M.
“Where did the painting go!?” I exclaim.
We look around the kitchen and G replies “Ghosts” which is the first word he has said so far. I keep sweeping and looking around for the painting.
“Maybe it was stolen.” I say and then we look at each other and BURST OUT LAUGHING. Perhaps I should explain our hysterics:
The missing painting was created by me at a recent Wine and Paint party at a gallery. To those who haven’t heard of Wine and Paint party here is the description: A group of friends attend a “class” hosted by a local gallery. Bring snacks & plenty of your favorite wine (oh, and an extra bottle to share with everyone else, wink). The instructor takes her happy artists on a step by step journey to paint the exact same thing. Blue background, oval, another oval, (mine is looking like a green vagina at this stage), swipe some color, blob here, dot there…
Soon the wine kicks in and jokes about giving each other the painting for Christmas and other such shenanigans ensue.We are amazed at the different versions we have created and notice someone (far right bottom row) paints it perfectly (DEBBIE) complete with glitter. Next step, sign our masterpieces with sharpie and go home. Well ONE of us in the picture below (hint, the one with big earrings) looks a little TOO happy. (Wine remember?)
Soooo- back to what is now 2:09 A.M., and the absurdity of someone breaking in to steal my paining hits us hard. Giggling uncontrollably now while we look around, under, through for the painting. Really though, where is it? WHERE IS IT?? G finally realizes it fell behind the desk trapped perfectly so that it doesn’t hit the ground which is quite anticlimactic to my wildly imagined scenarios. I think the WALL JUST REJECTED MY ART
So we hang it back up, turn off the light and head back to bed. G is back asleep by 2:13 A.M. (How does he DO that?) I however am now fully awake writing this post. Sigh.
Excited for Prime day and I was ready. I had my item all picked out. The first one sold out in minutes and the remainder well…Apparently the site has been crashing all day. You are redirected to these adorable pictures of dogs delivering the bad news. Meet some of the dogs of Amazon!
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I have an unreasonable fear of bridges.
This includes bridge like structures such As the Eiffel Tower; which G points out stress cracks and rusty bolts holding thousands of tourists a day. It’s like Gabriel Iglesias says about when a 400 pound person is getting on an elevator and we begin to calculate weights of the passengers.
The Navajo Bridge is now abandoned to cars which does not make me feel safer. I know that engineers spend their lives calculating the weights and measures on these projects. That’s why I started this by saying my fear is unreasonable. Now this bridge is an attraction to take pictures like this:
I realize I am about half way and think I can always jump to the emerald water below if the bridge under my feet gives way. The heros of ALL action movies hang on to the correct piece of rope/wood/steel and swing to safety. Only bad guys fall to their deaths. Then I see this sign which makes me question everything.
Perhaps the jump isn’t survivable so I hold on tightly to the rail and distract myself with the locks couples put on bridges now as a symbol of their love. I do NOT want to put a love lock on the bridge because the engineers didn’t plan on that extra weight did they lovers?
Holding onto the rail I find this etched from 2010.
I know there is a story here so I Google the name. Good to know he survived.
Leaving on Friday my co-workers are discussing plans. CW 1- “I’m just going home.” CW-2 “I’m going to go home and change my clothes and”….something about doing work on a Friday night…(I zone out a little) Suddenly silent I realize it’s my turn and I say all nonchalantly “I’m going to the Liquor Store.” Which I do. This is why:
I have a plan to fill my empty wine cabinet & am truly amazed that I can’t find a parking spot at Total Wine. (My brother calls it “Totally Wine” which is adorable). With all the cars and people I am thiking there must be an event! Perhaps a sale!! Nope. Just a random Friday. Most of the people here are over 65 pushing carts full of booze loaded up for the weekend. (I blame hours of retirement time listening to recent news reports).
I have a few favorites and it just so happens they are ALL on the bottom shelf CAUSING ME TO BEND OVER. Once I was home I realized this little gem:
Yep, I flashed an aisle full of people my shredded ass black pants with my white undies shining through. How did this even happen? Wait… don’t answer. In any case I filled up my wine cabinet with a few of my favorites: