I thought my foot was filthy but actually it’s super bruised.
Also my dog eats cat turds.
I thought my foot was filthy but actually it’s super bruised.
Also my dog eats cat turds.
All dogs eat cat turds.
Not all feet are bruised, so boo to that. Tell your foot I said quit it.
Is that the one with the messed up toe? Do you need steel shoes? I’d say steel toed shoes but, well.
It wasn’t the foot’s fault. It was attacked!
To be fair, it was talking smack about the log’s mum.
Apparently I say apparently a lot and now that I’ve noticed it I apparently can’t stop and it’s driving me slowly insane. Apparently.
At least you literally don’t say literally, like literally all of the time.
I was baking cookies before dinner. Checked on the cookies and they were pretty raw. Brushed my teeth. Checked on cookies. Burned to a crisp. Put flatbread in the oven for dinner while disposing of the burned cookies. Checked on flatbread. Burned to a crisp. Replaced flatbreads with tortillas. Burned hand on oven putting tortillas in. Finally got dinner on the table. Sat down, knocked over my water glass.
Tiny victory: gave up on the oven and had ice cream for dessert.
The lesson I’ve learned is that I should only eat ice cream.
Nipple scabs
I closed my finger in the screen door this morning. No real harm done other than 2 nasty scrapes that bled a lot, one along the nail bed. All bandaged up now. Which wouldn’t be that big a deal except washing my hands 10,000 times a day and using hand sanitizer is going to be a huge PITA now. As is typing.
Tripped over an unexpected zooming cat on my way to the sofa with lunch, and there is now soup on my sofa. And I’m still hungry. (The cat is fine or this would not be a tiny complaint)
Cramps.
Solidarity.
Kid-4 is such a grouch today. I’m out delivering food orders to avoid the PMS monster at home, lest It be off with my head at some point.
If we weren’t having a pandemic, I would be in New Orleans right now deciding whether it’s a place we want to live. HMPH.
Tiny complaint in context of a deadly global pandemic, but not at all tiny in the order of my world:
For the last 66 years without interruption, on the weekend closest to my late grandmother’s birthday, my extended family has gathered at the old home place for what started as a small celebration to welcome my late uncle home from war in Korea but morphed over the year into a reunion of hundreds of people (my grandparents had eleven children, many of whom had several of their own, and we are now welcoming babies six generations removed from my grandparents).
This year, for the first time in 67 years, we will not be gathering on the first weekend in June because of Covid-19. This is really shaking my foundations. I’ve missed a few, but this has been a constant for all of my memory. I’m sure it’s very hard on my father, who has been to every single one, but at least he remembers a time before. I don’t know a world without this and I’m not entirely sure I want to.
I’m so sorry. That just hurts.
Only a Tiny Complaint because we are very, very lucky.
Today our house almost burned down. We could have died if it had happened in the night. But there is minimal damage outside and just some smoke inside.
Spontaneous combustion of oil-soaked rags is a real thing.
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