I am less freaked out now. I have a 2-liter of Vernor's ginger ale (a.k.a. the best soft drink in the history of mankind) that I got on sale for $1 and some carrots and celery and ranch dressing and 2 dozen mini cupcakes which are in the process of being frosted all fancy-like. I'd post a picture, but my camera is like a whole 20 feet away.
[imagine that some time passes]
See! It is a poorly lit picture of a cupcake on a dirty plate! That is how you know I took the picture myself instead of stealing it off somebody's Pinterest board. But isn't it a cute little cupcake?
I have 11 of those. Only 13 more to go, but my frosting was all melty and then after I stuck it in the fridge it was too hard and then my frosting bag (a regular sandwich bag with a hole cut in the corner Scotch taped to a decorating tip, because I'm too cheap to get the fancy bags to go with the decorating tips that I bought) got a hole in it. So I think the other 13 will have to wait until tomorrow.
here, here, and here. If you're not, come back in a couple of weeks. I will probably have gotten bored and moved on to something else.
So I spent the entire evening getting up and down like an old lady.
My knee feels better today. My back still kind of hurts, but I am ignoring it. Except when Scott is around, when I demand backrubs.
About two weeks ago four of our lightbulbs burnt out. (FOUR. We only have, like, 10 in the whole apartment.) So last week I got lightbulbs at the store. I was able to replace the round lightbulb in the kitchen just fine, but the teardrop-shaped lightbulbs I'd gotten for the bedroom and living room were THE WRONG KIND. (There are TWO KINDS of teardrop-shaped 40-watt bulbs!!!) So then I went back to Meijer armed with a burnt-out lightbulb stuffed into my purse...and the display where the right kind would have been was empty. No more little teardrop lightbulbs. Everybody already bought them.
So I have to spend a whole 'nother week using the floor lamp (which is wedged inconveniently in the corner) instead of the ceiling fan (which has a switch in an easily accessible place and which illuminates the whole room from its convenient central postition). Because I'm not going back to the store to check for more lightbulbs before next week's shopping trip; that's a waste of gas.
Being a grown-up is complicated, y'all.
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