A series of freakish events
Argh. Last night when I was making dinner the can of tomatoes I was opening exploded on me. No, really.
I had to throw the hoodie I got for Christmas, which I love, into the washer and when I took it out of the dryer the zipper was broken. Like, the actual part of the zipper than you pull up and down? The tab was broken off, and the part it's attached to was broken in half, and I've only been able to find the top half. I don't know where the rest of it is as it wasn't in the washer or the dryer. MYSTERY.
And then! Yesterday I managed to tear a hole in the leg of my comfy pajama pants that I love beyond reason, and I'm still a little bummed out about that because they really don't make them like that anymore. (They discontinued the style and I adore them.)
The last couple of days in my life have been littered with tiny problems like this, and it's gotten to the point where my day isn't complete until something goes wrong. I was planning another try at working on a crochet project today, but I'm afraid I'm going to have a freak accident and lose an eye or something. (You never know!)
...My life would make for the lamest country song ever, right? No one cheated on me with my best friend, no one shot my dog rabbit, and um. I don't have a truck? I don't know.
I had to throw the hoodie I got for Christmas, which I love, into the washer and when I took it out of the dryer the zipper was broken. Like, the actual part of the zipper than you pull up and down? The tab was broken off, and the part it's attached to was broken in half, and I've only been able to find the top half. I don't know where the rest of it is as it wasn't in the washer or the dryer. MYSTERY.
And then! Yesterday I managed to tear a hole in the leg of my comfy pajama pants that I love beyond reason, and I'm still a little bummed out about that because they really don't make them like that anymore. (They discontinued the style and I adore them.)
The last couple of days in my life have been littered with tiny problems like this, and it's gotten to the point where my day isn't complete until something goes wrong. I was planning another try at working on a crochet project today, but I'm afraid I'm going to have a freak accident and lose an eye or something. (You never know!)
...My life would make for the lamest country song ever, right? No one cheated on me with my best friend, no one shot my dog rabbit, and um. I don't have a truck? I don't know.