Well, today is off to quite an auspicious start. I don't even know what that means, but I think I'm being sarcastic. At least, I meant to be sarcastic.
This morning everything was running on schedule. I woke up, put on my face, did my 'do, and had no trouble picking out what I was going to wear. When I took the dogs out to do their business, I received almost no pushback. I only had to tell Kingsley "Go poopoo!" one time.
I'm sure our neighbors enjoy hearing Daniel and I yell, "Go poopoo!" "Go peepee!" bright and early in the morning. Oh well.
I went upstairs, kissed my slumbering husband, and headed out the door with plenty of time to spare. So much time to spare that I decided a trip through the Starbucks Drive-thru and a Cafe Vanilla Frappuccino were in order. Mmm.
I was just passing through the hallway outside my office when I had a sudden spasm of clumsiness and...SPLAT. Cafe Vanilla Frappuccino suddenly looked like a pile of poop in the doorway of my office.
It was one of those moments where you just stare and, starting to feel slightly angry, you wonder if there's any way that the drink can be salvaged. I mean, it was still maintaining some shape and "togetherness" due to its frozen nature. I crouched down over the mess, looked around, and felt relief that I get here roughly 30 minutes before most people start showing up. I gave up on trying to salvage the drink.
As I frantically mopped up the mess, I tried not to think about that ice-cold sweetness and $4.00 that was going straight into the garbage.
And all this time I totally thought today was tuesday.
Yesterday, when it actually was Tuesday, one of my co-workers encouraged me to "keep an open mind" about the fact that 9/11 was an inside job.
"Just because; you just never know."
"If you believe that the U.S. Government had a hand in committing a horrible terrorist attack against American citizens, killing over 2,000 people, wouldn't you want to get the heck out of here? I mean, I would."
"Well, I'm just telling you I think you should keep an open mind."
"But why?? Who do you think did it? And what part did they play? And how would that benefit them?"
"I'm just saying. I saw a really interesting video on YouTube about it."
And then, I gave up on the conversation.
I just didn't want to talk about it anymore.
I worked out last night for the first time since December. I almost died. But in a good way. In the kind of way when you know you are doing something really good for yourself. I did P90X "Core Synergystics." That is a tough workout!
I nearly fell down the stairs because I was so jello-y after working out. So I grabbed a brownie and went upstairs to watch a movie. I tried watching the movie Brother Sun, Sister Moon about St. Francis of Assisi, but...after about 30 minutes I felt that if I watched anymore of the movie I would literally lose my mind.
I sympathized with the rich people. He was acting crazy. It kind of reminded me of the book "Ferdinand" only he wasn't a bull. But there were a lot of parallels. They wanted him to go fight, but he wanted to sit under trees in the fields and smell flowers. And sing really dumb songs.
And he kept freaking out all the time! What was the deal with that?! He's standing in Mass, looks at the really creepy poor people sitting in the back of the church, then looks at the crucifix, and starts screaming, "Nooooo!" And then he smiles dreamily and says quietly, "..no.." And then he goes to the town square and gets naked. And he has that creepy smile on his face as he runs out of the village, out into the fields...naked.
Meanwhile I was sitting on my bed pulling my hair out yelling, "WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?"
It was like the people who made this film were like, "Let's make a movie with as little dialogue as possible, with weird, minstrel-like music, and zoom in on everyone's faces to capture their completely unidentifiable emotions. Then people will think we are artsy and our film means something deep."
It was so aggravating. So I turned it off.
My apologies if you like that movie. This is only my opinion.
Then I watched The Marriage Ref, Jerry Seinfield's new show. I laughed so hard I cried. You just have to watch this clip.
This was especially funny...and kind of scary...to me because Daniel always jokes about stuffing Fletcher when he dies.
Ha ha ha